Alpha

This is it, this is it
I need to know who you riding with
You’re skipping out on your dying wish
Yeah, what you need is now dying quick
You want it so come and get it
You flaunt it so unimpressively
Spawn in so uncompetitive
Competence, every sentence is
This and that about popping off
Items on the pad you ain’t crossing off
Gettin to your head, just lost a job
You got a lot on your plate, man walk it off
Head isn’t level, you’re temperamental
You wrestle your thoughts
Detrimental, pretzel to life
It’s got you in a knot
Made of excuses
Man who did this to you
You gotta move or it’s too late
You’re the truest in this room
You got a few dates
Booked, now book more
Keep running, don’t care if your foot’s sore
Gotta stay on the grind, never look bored
You’re clueless to what’s in store
Breaks, what are those good for
I’m starting to think you don’t want it so bad
Maybe you’re less than what I mistook you for
Man get back to the pad
Planned a day off but you took four
Stopped seeing the effort you put forth
Just dive right in again full force
And you lost your job again, good lord
Now don’t be
Approaching me, just cope with me
You’re choking me with your dopamine
Your hope in me is the most serene
But I don’t believe that I won’t succeed
Conversations, those are cheap
Your talk is smooth as a broken reed
Got the game in the bag like groceries
Got a stage, tear it up like wolverine
Writing lines like I’m connecting these numberless dots
Thought it’d be fun for a summer, now it’s a slumberless job
After these hundreds of thoughts, in my stream a conscience that never stops
I’m trapped inside, fighting myself to pause