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I was living in cities and now I'm back with my mom
But I still write and record, 'til I have more to contribute
My latest job was an awesome project but stopped for a coughing conflict
And Hollywood paused so I got no prospects, home office
I'm lost in space, I need patience, know we'll beat this contagion
But I'm so anxious for isolation since I was just in it
For several months of discomfort, but this is much less frustration
This is much better than that, so I should be happy, emphatic
In fact I'm average, it's tragic, I feel like laughing at waiting
I've got passive passion in active stasis
I feel weightless, afraid, and yet so angry fanatics
Keep on changing their tactics to mask their heinous inaction
Risking lives of their loved ones and undermining the issue
I wish you well on your way to abate this plague and stay calm
If not you're causing death that could've been avoided by you sitting
On your ass, not a lot we're asking, stop the passing, stop the catching

Nothing changes, the same shit is just Pete and Repete
I seem complacent with pain and I say my feats are defeat
I sleep and dream in shades of gray, the days and weeks I lay awake
Write a verse in rehearsal for my own life in a play
'kay I've been placating personal hate to vacate a worsening wound
Lately been alienating preference of senses
Entrenched in dubious business, a witless sissy detuned
Headache's immense, I'm a mess, I'm incensed and tense in my tenses
When entertainment is fleeting I ruin through afternoons
And when you're blazing the heat you consume two halves of the room
I'm absolutedly foolish, whims in a tree
I spend my wins to get cute and erase a calendar date
I eat Marie's, like the pie, peach is my personal treat
And In n Out with the beefcake, the taste is sweet with a shake
Attention for baking and vegan who brew the 'buch, as for you
Gently bend me for glazing, key move is to add your glutes

I've gotten so sick of choking and getting sticks in my spoken
I'm in the midst of the covid with meta-morphing of Romans
Apotheosis of ceasar, are we caught in a Kafka
F*ck off 'cause though we seek authors who cucuracha and casta
Wide net, we groove with the tunes that amuse and offer us peace
P-lease don't be our new state I await release of our seats
And their power, ours to give, I'm just so done with the money
Grubbing of cowardice systems of wisdom written so bloody