Black - Genesis Gray

[dead man]

i come home to withdraw. sober, smoking cigars
i'm not alone. just feeling lonely is all. coping is hard
so far from where i'm headed to, so hopefully lost
on the road to exhaustion. pea coats, promotions and jobs
so hand me the trophy. master like Roshi, floating beyond
illuminate, my new estate is glow-in-the-dark
human beings are carbon correlates, emotional beasts
this is the only way i know to release, since the opiates ceased
lately i've been limiting my social retreats
cause my friends are growing stranger as the moments increase
between times that were and are.
bar tabs, stoned at the beach
lighting up a cigarette. feeling closer to peace
now than i've ever been - the picture of contentment at first
now i'm drinking everyday before i head into work
cancer in my family, we're genetically cursed
so this toxicity is only doing destiny's work
let it be known, let it be holy, let it be heard
a legend was born. now every other legend disturbed
a legacy in theory is a legacy earned
there's nothing to teach and even less to be learned
symmetrical, serum ventricle, dimensional curves
objectivity is preference preferred. stencil these words
forever reversed, scripted lifestyle, existential, rehearsed
objectivity's collectively subjective at worst.
Copy thinks i only write to be depressive and hurt
but i write because expression's a dependable urge
left-brain neural energy surge. electrical chains
murder is our midnight sport. athletics have changed
native Seminole genocide. drain their genesis gray
slaughtered in the name of theoretical gains
there will never be a single statement special to say
once the borderline melts between our ethics & faith
the love of my life. i met her nestled away
between a solid rock and infidelity's grave
these motherfuckers love to live incestuous, wait
i hate goodbyes, but love to make an ending mundane







- NED MADA