Dead Socials

I’m sick of being bothered Shouldn’t have to make a statement Took a picture of my toilet bowl Now i gotta post it just to show you where my steak went. Thrown in the gutter I’m the beast in the basement Losin my religion I was Sippin on the poison just to see what it was laced with I’m Resisting the system that’s kicking me out I’m Kicking the door down And teaching them how We preaching them now We reaching them now They’re dropping like flies and it’s tripping me out Labeled as a half wit Cause I was only half with Halving my expression with my eggs in one basket Lasting impressions Late night sessions Couldn’t stomach operatronic Gave em indigestion Jacques is half Haitian His pops ain’t black he Haitian Same damn slaves From the same slave nations Pops got a problem wit the whole situation Killing half the island when we share the same basin It’s all just a product of lies We got em imma get mine Vistas that’s finer than wine End up like Lord of the flies. I find it hard to decide How to get by when you’re tied Changing the mind to a hive striving at changing the tide