Where are you?
Why did you leave?
………………
(Shhhhh)
Answer me!!
Where the fuck are you!?
(оставаться собой подольше…….)
Do you know what’s happening?
Do you know what happens inside someone’s head??
(оставаться собой подольше……….)
I’ll bite you.
Get close.
(оставаться собой подольше……..)
I don’t need it!
Fine without!
“Spirits rise,and falling”
Done it enough, we know the drill.
Know how it goes….
(оставаться собой подольше………)
You’ll leave me too?
You’ll leave me here?
(оставаться собой подольше..)
Then GO!!
Just go!
(Shhhhh……)
It’s so fucked up out there!!
It’s fucked…
(Shhhhhhhh…)
I can’t…
Can’t on my own…
I have misplaced “joy”.
I don’t know where it is.
Don’t know what……
Why we started…
(оставаться собой подольше…..)
Longer…..
I bleed therefore I am?
(You complain)
I can be clever about it..
(One out of fifty….)
You said you’d never leave……
(My man,, you need to shut the fuck up..)
Is this about Israel?
(Jesus Christ..)
I’m just curious…
Why a group of people would “randomly” feel inclined to kill six million of another group,,,ya know?
Curious.
Shindler’s List might make you cry like a baby, but after the movie is over?
You just have this hole in you…
“Why?”
Why would human beings do that to each other???
SO you look for the root, but the root seems to be concealed…
Why makes you ask yourself
“Why would a root be concealed?”
I think I was 35 when it clicked.
When I understood why WW2 happened..
ANd it’s easy to say “villain”, when you’re not starving.
When you’re not the oppressed one…
But alas….
Between the two of us??
I think it’s funny,, the topics that people find to be “touchy”… I like those.
Because people are too goddamn tight,, and they’ve become fond of the victimhood.
And so have I…
Real talk..
I’d jump out a window if I could start over… but you can’t.
And I never killed anyone.
And I never told stories to children,
I never framed ” a larger game”,
Real stakes..eternity..
The real battle.
Good and evil..
Me versus all of you…..
I didn’t do any of that shit…
I was just born..
And I really liked music.
And I really liked cats.
And I touched the flow once or twice.
I felt some things.
I saw some shit.
I laughed at you a lot…
I need……SOMETHING,,, to put in this brain.
It’s a difficult brain.
A real “brain in the ass”
(Heh)
For real though…
It sucks, I hate it, I’d chop my skull open and swap it for another, if I could…
I hate it.
Difficult..
Spirits rise and falling…
And I like reaching the level of “alone”, the level where you’re there… because I can’t talk to anyone like I can talk to you…
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Ah…
For a while there, I was giving myself twice a year.
Meaning..
I’d carve out three days, I’d spend a few hundo on supply, I’d get a hotel room..
Twice a year.
Once in the spring,, once in the winter.
Not that maintenance level, not that cruising altitude…
I’d go hard.
And I’d forgive myself for it.
All year long, I’d be waiting….
Waiting for the seasons to change, so I could wild out.
A fundamental flaw.
Serial killers have ramp ups and cool downs, after doing what they came to do, they’ll typically mellow out and lay low for a bit..
I don’t have that.
I don’t have anywhere to put it.
And it makes ya want to explode sometimes.
Irritating….
Well it must be close to the Armageddon ,lord, you know, that it won’t fly by, that lesson you taught me…to pull out my Wesson, you brought me…
Get em up off me, cause all,,,we wanted was harmony…
Been bombing em….
Harmony is a beautiful word.
In terms of music.
One of the most peculiar things,,being able to write a harmony..
Something to compliment.
Voices behind voices,,
Singing a different song, but staying the pocket and not straying.
Beautiful…
Social harmony is when you Busta ass motherfuckers stop fuckin around with ants,,,
When you stop fuckin with people..
Which you’ll never do..
Because it’s in your nature
dawn 