John G. - Awakening

This my motherfucking awakening
Straight from the 902

I'm sick of chasing this mirage and behaving like I'm not
Made in images of god, it's like fame is a façade
And the praying for a spot on the stage is paying off but
I'm hanging by a straw, but I'm dangling off a wall
I apologize for vulgar rhymes, a dollar sign can alter lives and traumatize
I pulverized the proper lines for profit lines unauthorized
Colonizer talking like he's qualified to harmonize
Draw the line at modifying art of mine, commodify
My pens shaking
With temptations to send faces to enraging
Embrace it, I spend paper to rent hatred
Pen came with contempt for the rich neighbours
Ned Flanders

I've lost everything at hand
I've lost my mom
I've lost houses and bedrooms
And suburbs and communities and friends
All to fucking stupid fucking pills or drugs
And I'm fucking done, like
I don't know where to go from here I have one last fucking hope and it's this fucking music shit
If this doesn't fucking pay off I have fucking nothing
I have nothing if this doesn't pay off
If this shit doesn't pay off, you know what?
I'll fucking pop some pills, you know?

My vocal cords are shredding, I can't endure another fucking second
Of being poor and second guessing if I'm more than regular
Accept the terms, respect me first, then death occurs, and I jet from earth
Lesson learned and I just reserved
My spot on the podium, I'm hoping I'm
Not just fucking coconuts or smoking dope or opium
Snorting lines of sodium or forcing a utopia
'Cause when I stop and sit and ponder it, god reflects, I'm ultimate
No more hockey kids fucking talking shit
Shot the prosperous, my chopper's communist
Somebodies hungry for some fucking blood money
Make a puck bunny suck me for some drug money
Fuck money, the root of all evil
Root for me then of all fucking people
Bitch

Written by:
John Gosbee

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