cover photo by CENSORED dialogue

ion know what it is homie
you must be popping thizz homie
shaved off all my hair
so they can’t project they ideas on me
you don’t know what it is homie
but niggas know what you ain’t
spend your energy on socials
you might just gon faint
i can’t stand the internet
at one point it was fun
back when i was 17
and i could just be dumb
now everything’s a “hot take”
it leaves me cold and numb
niggas act so big and bold
and that’s the shit that i shun
pretending it’s glitz and glam
i’m real about my funds
in real life they Stuart Little
when you take away they thumbs
twitter fingers is brittle fingers
you bout hard as peanut shells
my whole life is traumatizing
i already been thru hell
put a cig out on god himself
tried to drown in a wishing well
so i could reincarnate
in a place where i ain’t have drugs to sell
where police throw me in jail
lock me in a men’s prison
where wardens ain’t gon listen
and ultimately it gets me killed
life guard pull me out the water
back to life and inequities
so what’s the point of typing tweets
and fabricating your safety
no safety net neutrality
data sold by companies
they make millions to pretend
they know who you really be
you could never know me
you can’t understand my pain
intersectionality is just a cute buzzword you say
systemic violence left me a trust fund’s worth of price to pay

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