Post Apocalyptic Monologue 2 by Eons D Lyrics
Most days seem like the world headed for all out war
Those days seem all I care about is Fallout 4
When I crawl out from under the rubble
Who will I call out for?
Yea I'm in my thoughts, they be as tall as all outdoors
Looking for a gem/gym, Ima let y'all niggas ball outdoors
On some And-1, I'm tryna hand something nice
Down to my grandson
He couldn't pawn for a couple grand and a handgun
But a seed, in a wasteland with no Trees
The means to plant one
They say "the end zone brimstone
E, You putting rims on, engine gone"
Nah I'm tryna shift it, yall just pitch it by a semitone
They way y'all pitching gone send me home
Marvin Gaye used to sang, "let's get it on"
Now they say "a bitch gone give me dome"
Christians homies say
"that's what happen when the scripture gone
Sin is our twin, we attached at the hip bone"
But lately i've been creating my own character
Crafting my own narrative
Defining morality by lifting my own stone tablets up
Ten tabs open full of Gods wrath for us
Pornographic how we been savagely fucked
When you've seen the game long enough
For the graphics to suck
See you losing HP if you love the craft
And wanna write about something other
Than clubbin or cash, thuggin or drugs
Guess this is struggle rap
Too ugly to double tap
Too much of a puzzle, another app
For the level capped
They want that fairy tale bread path, Hansel Gretel rap
Kids fed into that kettle
I grew up in ghetto, seen em chewed up in the trap
So i do it for my nephews, I do it cuz the rebels
Got them Syrians seeking refuge
Just for rednecks to be like "F u"
But say God bless you
Next to you on the pew when you when you
(achoo, achoo, achoo)
Had to x you out
Had to flesh these questions out
Show you the guts its take to stretch intestines out
Shit is too messy to take the domestic route
Too intellectual for the crowd
But too nappy headed to bring the Trekkies out
Shit i used to stress about
Now i just sketch it out
I see that i'm special
So ahead of schedule
They say after 29 yours rhyme irrelevant
Nah we in space, time is relative
Its relative, relative
Your life i will never live
Never live
Tryna get to heaven
Where ever the hell it is
(its right here)
The hell it is
Those days seem all I care about is Fallout 4
When I crawl out from under the rubble
Who will I call out for?
Yea I'm in my thoughts, they be as tall as all outdoors
Looking for a gem/gym, Ima let y'all niggas ball outdoors
On some And-1, I'm tryna hand something nice
Down to my grandson
He couldn't pawn for a couple grand and a handgun
But a seed, in a wasteland with no Trees
The means to plant one
They say "the end zone brimstone
E, You putting rims on, engine gone"
Nah I'm tryna shift it, yall just pitch it by a semitone
They way y'all pitching gone send me home
Marvin Gaye used to sang, "let's get it on"
Now they say "a bitch gone give me dome"
Christians homies say
"that's what happen when the scripture gone
Sin is our twin, we attached at the hip bone"
But lately i've been creating my own character
Crafting my own narrative
Defining morality by lifting my own stone tablets up
Ten tabs open full of Gods wrath for us
Pornographic how we been savagely fucked
When you've seen the game long enough
For the graphics to suck
See you losing HP if you love the craft
And wanna write about something other
Than clubbin or cash, thuggin or drugs
Guess this is struggle rap
Too ugly to double tap
Too much of a puzzle, another app
For the level capped
They want that fairy tale bread path, Hansel Gretel rap
Kids fed into that kettle
I grew up in ghetto, seen em chewed up in the trap
So i do it for my nephews, I do it cuz the rebels
Got them Syrians seeking refuge
Just for rednecks to be like "F u"
But say God bless you
Next to you on the pew when you when you
(achoo, achoo, achoo)
Had to x you out
Had to flesh these questions out
Show you the guts its take to stretch intestines out
Shit is too messy to take the domestic route
Too intellectual for the crowd
But too nappy headed to bring the Trekkies out
Shit i used to stress about
Now i just sketch it out
I see that i'm special
So ahead of schedule
They say after 29 yours rhyme irrelevant
Nah we in space, time is relative
Its relative, relative
Your life i will never live
Never live
Tryna get to heaven
Where ever the hell it is
(its right here)
The hell it is