Too Woke

Bitch I think too much Now I can't sleep, I'm too woke Eyes are blinking shut I'm in deep, why don't you open Up my skull to see what's keeping me awake Even AK-47s go to heaven even Satan eats some cake When you can't find bread, fill your mouth and your mind with that brrr instead You know they call that head, yeah she called ahead said make that bed Cause I want to f*ck on top of the covers It's better left unsaid I'm literally at no liberty to ever go kiss and tell or else chivalry's dead Riddle me this and that I'm subliminally on a mission Catechisms written abysmally smitten with winning your tacit approval I'm basking in full view of the who's in whoville Remember that Seuss I'll get back to that There's no proving facts only maneuvering back and forth Wind up like Macklemore I cannot tackle or grapple with losing command Of your love and respect Never had it to begin with I guess Is it so radical just to suggest that the messenger ought to be shot in the head The prodigal son is repenting again Pretending his sentence was anything less than a sign of loss of respect Sign the philosopher's check, then tie the knot round his neck Bitch I think too much Now I can't sleep, I'm too woke Eyes are blinking shut I'm in deep, why don't you open Up my skull to see what's keeping me awake Seeing people being fake I need to get some sleep for dreaming's sake I've become aware that I'm residing in a nightmare Could I be the demon that you're dreaming out of spite? Where's the exit Paradoxes multiply try to be the guy who gets it Terrorize my pair of docile eyes, my narrower perspective I could never see, blinded by the ecstasy of gold I live inside the warmth, lecture people begging in the cold It's like I'm begging to be told what your opinion is I've been encouraged to ignore your thoughts on how I'm living Those who mind don't matter those who matter don't mind If You still believe that go take a look at black lives If you're baptized then relax I cannot adapt, liabilities are killing me, a million little facts Since I learned the world's a stage and you're sitting in the back I've put myself into a cage, and forgotten what's an act And what's actual, but I've not lost track Of what is fake and what is factual Go ahead and ask me what's the racket, well I cracked the bell ringing the alarm Just from thinking that with every act I'm bringing you to harm Fetch the pharmacist I need to know if I'm ingesting lethal quantities of broken promises The proper dosage is a lot I guess What's the difference 'tween awake, asleep, and dead If no matter what you're just lying there in bed