Lost In Thought by Hesperus Lyrics
The young alumnus, done with school, but I’m still writing in college rule
Just outside the bullshit and politics
Fools tried to govern, but I’m a stubborn mule, fighting for forty acres
Just on principle, I’d return it to nature
Or make my own state where land is vacant, un-birth of a nation
Based on hatred, their arc was a slave ship
Imagine the amazement if I unzipped and played wav files of diss tracks
To every racist piece of shit from the past
Or what if I used reaction gifs to accurately articulate my dispassion
At what I see around me actively happening
What if they had GPS navigation on the Amistad
What if Mary didn’t promise God, she’d carry his baby
Maybe things would be different, or maybe not, my rhymes are still AZ hot
ASU education, I hate my job, and I find it odd
That I still have cause to bless the track when it didn’t sneeze
Gesundheit, I have a degree, but I don’t use it
I’ll be good when I’m gruntled, but for now, I’ll funnel all my frustration
Into raps while I wait at the bus station
The sun burned like capsaicin as I rushed to an urban jungle bungalow
Hung shows slowly swung to and fro from a phone wire
I’m bone tired from fighting fires with futile thoughts
Nothing grew useful from pupils taught in this melting pot
When art wrought from a struggle is doomed to rust away
And ink blots fade as history turns to another page
It’s tough to see if any of our day-to-day will stay the same
Trends came and went like pendulum swings
Anansi’s now Spider-Man, and Joe Louis Arena’s out of commission
We cast aside culture with no contrition
But I’d be a little happy if we brought Lord Stanley’s Cup back to Michigan
Red Wings, I hope that you’re listenin’
And I hope that the Pistons win ‘cause in ‘04, I’d only seen a few funerals
But there’s been too many more since then
I see they’re wary of backer berries, but I carry on
‘cause I just wanna be myself, so I’m unafraid
I won’t be trapped or moved back to the basement
Nary a wrong word will affect my mental health, still unafraid
I’m unafraid, but I do get anxious when I hear
Blanket statements from a thankless few, but that’s nothing new
I still pursue my trivial ends, but just stay
Pensive about whom I offend, I don’t pretend to be
Omniscient, but teach me to fish, and I promise I’ll try
Cross my heart, and hope that I die a better man
Unfettered, by other pressures I’d accept nothing
Less than my best efforts at advancement, I’d hang banners
From stanchions in a grand gesture and offer my idle hands
To be of service to those that are hurt, but I fall short of that
As I rap verbage, I fire words from a turret
Unafraid, but still lacking the courage to make it work and…
I feel sleepy and these yawns
Pop up like weeds in my front lawn
Na na na na na nodding off
This couch is soft, the weather’s hot
Sometimes I just miss The Bronze
And dancing to my favorite song
La la la la la lost in thought
It’s blissful ‘til the music stops
Just outside the bullshit and politics
Fools tried to govern, but I’m a stubborn mule, fighting for forty acres
Just on principle, I’d return it to nature
Or make my own state where land is vacant, un-birth of a nation
Based on hatred, their arc was a slave ship
Imagine the amazement if I unzipped and played wav files of diss tracks
To every racist piece of shit from the past
Or what if I used reaction gifs to accurately articulate my dispassion
At what I see around me actively happening
What if they had GPS navigation on the Amistad
What if Mary didn’t promise God, she’d carry his baby
Maybe things would be different, or maybe not, my rhymes are still AZ hot
ASU education, I hate my job, and I find it odd
That I still have cause to bless the track when it didn’t sneeze
Gesundheit, I have a degree, but I don’t use it
I’ll be good when I’m gruntled, but for now, I’ll funnel all my frustration
Into raps while I wait at the bus station
The sun burned like capsaicin as I rushed to an urban jungle bungalow
Hung shows slowly swung to and fro from a phone wire
I’m bone tired from fighting fires with futile thoughts
Nothing grew useful from pupils taught in this melting pot
When art wrought from a struggle is doomed to rust away
And ink blots fade as history turns to another page
It’s tough to see if any of our day-to-day will stay the same
Trends came and went like pendulum swings
Anansi’s now Spider-Man, and Joe Louis Arena’s out of commission
We cast aside culture with no contrition
But I’d be a little happy if we brought Lord Stanley’s Cup back to Michigan
Red Wings, I hope that you’re listenin’
And I hope that the Pistons win ‘cause in ‘04, I’d only seen a few funerals
But there’s been too many more since then
I see they’re wary of backer berries, but I carry on
‘cause I just wanna be myself, so I’m unafraid
I won’t be trapped or moved back to the basement
Nary a wrong word will affect my mental health, still unafraid
I’m unafraid, but I do get anxious when I hear
Blanket statements from a thankless few, but that’s nothing new
I still pursue my trivial ends, but just stay
Pensive about whom I offend, I don’t pretend to be
Omniscient, but teach me to fish, and I promise I’ll try
Cross my heart, and hope that I die a better man
Unfettered, by other pressures I’d accept nothing
Less than my best efforts at advancement, I’d hang banners
From stanchions in a grand gesture and offer my idle hands
To be of service to those that are hurt, but I fall short of that
As I rap verbage, I fire words from a turret
Unafraid, but still lacking the courage to make it work and…
I feel sleepy and these yawns
Pop up like weeds in my front lawn
Na na na na na nodding off
This couch is soft, the weather’s hot
Sometimes I just miss The Bronze
And dancing to my favorite song
La la la la la lost in thought
It’s blissful ‘til the music stops