R. Davis - HERO

The fucking disconnect between my head and the thoughts I express
I talk out my neck and It all comes out thoughtless at best
And reck-a-less next
My neck-a-lace tether me to my father
I wear it, the poorest representative of my father
Sorry I squandered all my time at his Alma Mater
Coulda been like his daughter
Coulda been like a scholar with high honors
But instead I just dodged scholarships
And got high on every weekend to fly rocket ships
To yell "fuck the world" thrashing about
Crossed as shit
College kid
Talking some shit about an apocalypse
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeping on the kid
A shawty tweaking about some shit I swear that the bottle did
I bottle my toxins I'm volatile like a Molotov
So I ain't good for shit but reciting these fucking monologues
I turn lethargic kill logic finish the vodka off
Then make some drunken calls
And rattle my fucking problems off
Then sit back and reflect on all these nasty little habits I have
Riddled with guilt since mommy found the nicotine in my bag
Riddled with stress so I go and inhale the vapors again
I'm antisocial so I only keep a couple of friends
But I'll greet you when I see you
Nothing personal, just don't feel like going out this weekend
I'd rather drink by myself, watch a movie, write some poems, keep it mellow
I'm not cool, I'm just lacking red orange and yellow
And so icicles, snow, I shivered and froze
The only woman that I love turned cold
My n***a told me "don't trust these hoes"
So forgive me keep my energy short
Just want a vibe for the moment
Maybe some head for the road
Can't even lie and say I try to keep the family close
Ain't seen my granny for long barely a call on the phone
And I hang up at the tone
I'll send a prayer in the dark
Then spark a j of mid, close my eyes, and try and see stars
Lately I keep to myself
I'm in my mind all the time
I keep my head in the clouds so of course I see grey skies
I keep a book full of lines, lyrics, and rhythms, and flows
But keep on saying the same old shit
What do I know?
I keep the cross on my ear
And Inshallah on my arm
I keep the blood of my father, a neck-a-lace and a charm
I keep daydreaming of flying thinking how high I could go
But keep my ass on the ground
My n***a what do I know?
What do I know?
I know that flames burn out
I know that all ice thaws
I know the universe perfect
I know we tragically flawed
I know Rashad ain't shit
I know that God is zero
I know I can't be a prophet
I'll be a tragic hero
I know that flames burn out
I know that all ice thaws
I know the universe perfect
I know we tragically flawed
I know Rashad ain't shit
I know that God is zero
I can't be a prophet
I'll die and be a tragic hero

Written by:
M. Davis

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