Don't Worry, We're Fucked

My old head who got some bodies Nice dude, a little racist, Mahatma Gandhi Told me to be more that I got a real chance And it would be a true waste told him got you, copy Came home to show him photos of Abu Dhabi Just to find out he got popped by a cop who probably Played ball with us back when the whole entire block got tsumani'd Whelan was wailing, that shit optimized me Now every move is sponsored by the 1990s Ball courts, all sorts, you'd get dropped if you got too sloppy Had to put it all down on paper before the brain got too foggy I shoulda stopped 30 bars ago, worried Shah will say that I got too rhymy Syke, this shit is life, we do not do hobbies It's an obsession, craft with more pride than a profession Loved ones died every line is a procession Convey what's inside, every rhyme is a possession I'm not the one driving or deciding the direction I'm just the one abiding to the guidance of the session Used to say that I was godless but I guess it's a lesson I believe that when I'm spitting that I'm timeless and the essence Is shining in the effort, putting diamonds in the message And yet I hope that some are finding it offensive But I'm just angry from the dying in the trenches Don't worry we're fucked then he signed it and sent it