telephone. ft. MIZU Lyrics

You can only find my true self in the lyrics

Every victory pyrrhic

I tried to prove my importance empirically but I fear its made a logic loop

No, we can't converse, cause I really speak ebonics

My example of a black man will never be Clarence Thomas

I'm not cocky when I tell you that there's no god above me

What a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death

I brushed my corpse in gold fleck and called it the ubermensch

I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can't say no

Philosophy became an complicated game of telephone

We all talk, we all lose

Dialect like ayurvedic medicine

Buy my fight for enlightenment in a vinyl set

Crying Incited excitement from enemies

Inviting their spiteful eye

Why does violence end in violence

Y'all ain't seen vile yet

Identity is detritus piling by the lions den

Daniel's bones scattered turned to catalytic converters

Detroit has the most talented crackheads, I've heard

A forest will bloom from the bridges I've burned

We'll all return to ash, the earth is an urn

I balance emotion like a single mother's schedule

Cycle of abuse perpetuated since America's bicentennial

I can't tell if the trauma is the reason I'm asexual

But I get fucked by others enough for all of us

They taught the shooters no child left behind and they took it to heart

Bystanders watch as everything falls apart

The revolution's a special on hallmark

Watch the crackers clap like a plane's landing

It's amazing how fast fame will split your fam

Niggas dying for attention, I didn't hang them, I just tied the rope

Where there's fire, there's smoke

The night sky's covered in billows

Capitalist says morality is encumbering

Until their face to face with that gat loaded in front of them

Demanding their racks before they blow and unload vital organs onto the floor

Where there's smoke, there's fire

Don't think I don't know why you rely on drugs to make you feel at home

I know you, bro

I know you

Never be Clarence Thomas

I'm not cocky when I tell you there's no god above me

What a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death

I brushed my corpse in gold fleck and I called it the ubermensch

I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can't say no

Philosophy became a complicated game of telephone

We all talk, we all lose

I told him my name and he still called me nigga instead

Do not tempt me, I'm a man of contempt

And a man of my word, my sense of pattern recognition absurd

Watching history repeat itself knowing you niggas never learn

Dope fiends need dopamine like me, my g

We both be seeing pipe dreams, you know what I mean

It's a holy trinity

Sex, trauma, and power

Akin to divinity

Infinitely complicating everything

Abandoned her sense of self just to hear that she's a good girl

He chokes her to be a strong man

I had to ask my masochist friend if they associate pleasure with shame

And therefore, pleasure with pain

A self defeatist begging to be humiliated

The exhibitionist begging to be appreciated

Or was abused as a child and thought that that'd alleviate it

The dom that's hoping their weakness will be depreciated

Patience emaciated, lost vagrants

I wonder if pedophiles like the kids or their weakness

Cowards searching for power found it in the flowered

Floundered like addicts itching for powder, for power

Hours and hours, feeling weak and alone in their showers

Let them burn inside their tenements

Sorry for my anger, I just don't believe in innocence

I'm not romantic enough to not believe in coincidence

Yeah, I'll tell you the truth but it'll be with due hesitance

No I'll never trust you cause niggas don't do diligence

My brother told me the spirit is defined by its attempts to cement its own existence

The pain grounds him, but I'm buried in it

The fetishiziation of suffering only exists for the privileged

I'm privy to our dissonance

It's hard to be sharp when you're a sea of emotions

In our catharsis, we've never been closer

You worship it since it's limited, for us it's infinite

Distance diminishing in an instant

You told me death isn't the finish

Indebted to friends and listeners

Interconnected living means an existence with effort is everything

Everybody's somebody's everything, take a chance

The rapper's in a house of glass and can't stand the passing glances

The foundation of existentialism is souldeath

I brushed my corpse in gold fleck, and I called it the ubermensch

I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can't say no

Philosophy became a complicated game of telephone

We all talk, we all lose

Trauma's to be interpreted

It's plain to see that we're experiencing turbulence

Action is the manifestation of words and vice versa

Your slice of life burned by the fire inside, the anxiety residing in the mind

And y'all gone tell me about me? I was a kid

There's a little boy in me that y'all don't want me to forgive

But there's a man in me that needs it

So something's gone have to give

And this time, it's gonna be you. I want the will to live

The foundation of reinvention is death

I brushed my corpse in gold fleck, and I called it the ubermensch

I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, I can't say yes

Philosophy becam a complicated game of telephone

We're all lost, we've all bled

If it's all been misinterpreted

Maybe things will be different in another life