"The cause of death?", "Life", "Oh"

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Black mask or warrior paint?
Shaka Zulu rappin at the president’s wake.
It’s retribution. Who can’t wait?
Black is beautiful (the campaign).
Tears from the Fountain of Youth
“It taste like champagne”.
See, it’s a damn shame what you gotta do
to make a man change
a narrow minded point of view
that hides the truth like a bandaid.
I could never be a man-slave
falling victim to a dance craze.
I only groove to the tune,
now let the band play.
Where’s the mandate stating that we can’t date?
Cos I dedicate my faith to her praise every Sunday
And decorate my cave with her face until the sun fades.
Some say the sun rays will be gone in the last days.
So unless we stay strong in the Terror Dome
we’ll all turn to bones in a mass grave.
I can smell the pheromones of her lost soul
walking crossroads out in black space
alone in the cold with no home and no backspace.
Can’t erase the time wasted in the maze of the rat race.
Keep in mind getting paid is just a game like a drag-race.
Til you press bakes and you’re faced with a bad case of reality.
Bed made out of egg-crates. No analogy.
Sleeping in the basement cos my base salary
can’t afford the payments of better placement
or housing needs.
Now there’s an extra set of keys and vacancy
cos my spouse is about to leave.
Found a letter on the table and the header said
"Fuck counseling!"
Stressed out about the income
So in comes the calories.
Cheap drinks and Applebees.
This all leads to heart disease,
the hardening of the arteries,
wallowing, a dearly departed speech
and eulogies meant to honor me.
Like Dr. Martin Luther King
you’d think I died a martyred being
the way they’re mocking me with empty words
and flower reefs.
Please!
Just let me die and rest in peace.
Deceased.