Nostalgiah (feat. Idealism)

Nostalgia you never knew you had Digging up stories of old and exes just to make you sad Digging up holes and ashes of the living dead Burnt out from the fires soldering the doors with lead Fed fed I'm fed up of I'm fed full off of Fat falafels of fluff journalism and mediocrity A pity none of these thinkers of stone is any Socrates They don't know that they dont know what's up Like a missed apostrophe Catastrophy, is it not you but me Who's in it for the money and who does it all for charity Who chose to start a family Who got concieved unwillingly Who has the choice to say they never had a choice Used to have a brother, he had other priorities Don't bother showing up at my funeral with a eulogy Its clear to all you're nothing but cuckold to insanity Write you into a poem write you out of my family tree Spit that poem out on a track like its nothing new to me Nothing to flex nothing to boast about Got no money got no cars Got no love got silly bars It's how it is and how it used to be This is reality