Zion I and Aesop Rock - Poems 4 Post Modern Decay

Poems for post modern decay

Yeah, Everyday's a new change
Model life strain
Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
To be good worker bees, you can work for me
$250 a week and you can sleep on the street
Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
Somethin's wrong with this picture
Ecstacy with liquor get a stand quicker
Wither in the half moon light of
My life we lose vigor
By 28 we half gone already
Cause the liver and the
Kidney corroding steady
Get a doctor with some dope
Then he snatched confetti
Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty

(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up

Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
What are you consuming
Why are you not filtering the
Poison they are spooning
Where you gunna be when the
Murder rate starts balooning
Comin' to your senses on some who
The fuck made you king
Fame is a ghostly hope
When every hero is a number
To the rotary folk
That's why the low brow plow
Through a government name
You can trace the moniker if
You can chase the train
I place blame with a grotesque, enemy
Bloody idol leavin' it to the innocent
To remedy the cycle
My centipedes agree that every pedigree's
Entitled to that food, clothes
Medicine recipe of the vital

I keep fallin' like I'm trippin
I keep callin' be my prescription
I keep fallin', and I listen
I keep callin' for some assistance

(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up

Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams
I've seen my eyes wide
Lookin' for a touch of the eternal
Scribble in my journal
Watch 'em while the world to burn
Tryin' to find some serenity with every turn

Walk with a maggot brain affiliately
Over the main gate
Quicker than he flickerin' outta pain cave
Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in
Dark-city, wick lit
Tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies

(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up

Diabolical times of mass murder
Time full of it
Speak ease even conversations is nuclear
They fear when it's a group of
Us so we roll in packs
Space age patriot act
They got your phone tapped cousin
What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this
Beast make a beast outta' you
Sometimes I feel like a monster
Cleanin my 12 gauge
Contemplating if I can murder
Or not, escape routes, and getaways
But the rude awakenin' is man
They lockin' us in cages
Tellin' us to abort our babies
While they collect sperm donations
Attempted depletion of a righteous nation
We got a 100 cable stations
But something is what none of 'em are sayin'
My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide
Space age genocide
They can try but they can't hide
The fact that there's hope
My history ain't start on no boat
Chained and bound
And the beauty is found that we fall, trip
But never hit the ground

Written by:
ANTHONY W ANDERSON, I BAVITZ, STEPHEN GAINES

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