HERO

The fucking disconnect between my head and the thoughts I express I talk out my neck and It all comes out thoughtless at best And reck-a-less next My neck-a-lace tether me to my father I wear it, the poorest representative of my father Sorry I squandered all my time at his Alma Mater Coulda been like his daughter Coulda been like a scholar with high honors But instead I just dodged scholarships And got high on every weekend to fly rocket ships To yell "f*ck the world" thrashing about Crossed as shit College kid Talking some shit about an apocalypse Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeping on the kid A shawty tweaking about some shit I swear that the bottle did I bottle my toxins I'm volatile like a Molotov So I ain't good for shit but reciting these fucking monologues I turn lethargic kill logic finish the vodka off Then make some drunken calls And rattle my fucking problems off Then sit back and reflect on all these nasty little habits I have Riddled with guilt since mommy found the nicotine in my bag Riddled with stress so I go and inhale the vapors again I'm antisocial so I only keep a couple of friends But I'll greet you when I see you Nothing personal, just don't feel like going out this weekend I'd rather drink by myself, watch a movie, write some poems, keep it mellow I'm not cool, I'm just lacking red orange and yellow And so icicles, snow, I shivered and froze The only woman that I love turned cold My n***a told me "don't trust these hoes" So forgive me keep my energy short Just want a vibe for the moment Maybe some head for the road Can't even lie and say I try to keep the family close Ain't seen my granny for long barely a call on the phone And I hang up at the tone I'll send a prayer in the dark Then spark a j of mid, close my eyes, and try and see stars Lately I keep to myself I'm in my mind all the time I keep my head in the clouds so of course I see grey skies I keep a book full of lines, lyrics, and rhythms, and flows But keep on saying the same old shit What do I know? I keep the cross on my ear And Inshallah on my arm I keep the blood of my father, a neck-a-lace and a charm I keep daydreaming of flying thinking how high I could go But keep my ass on the ground My n***a what do I know? What do I know? I know that flames burn out I know that all ice thaws I know the universe perfect I know we tragically flawed I know Rashad ain't shit I know that God is zero I know I can't be a prophet I'll be a tragic hero I know that flames burn out I know that all ice thaws I know the universe perfect I know we tragically flawed I know Rashad ain't shit I know that God is zero I can't be a prophet I'll die and be a tragic hero