Artist: Drapetomania f/ Clavius Crates Album: Drapetomania Song: EEMNAA Typed by: Kyle Hunter/Bandcamp [Walt] Misfit Toys what I represent Heaven sent, but I'm hell bent with my rhetoric Spent dead presidents on sedatives Poured in rememberence of those who exited Paid dues in cornfields and tenements Negligent parents raised the wrong element Rhyme endless, sometime my mind Oedipus Yelling at the Gods why does the grind render us Fucked in the game, it's crazy right? Suicide's not a problem but a way of life I used to hate my life In my room at my wrist with a blade at night Hate all women except for she who gave me life Insane, I'm trying make it right I chase the light from the darkness of my mind, terrified The underworld's my comfort zone yo, I'm scared to fly Will I, fall down like Icarus? Back to the earth and those I kick it with? Am I littering my thoughts upon the literate? Or is my ignorance keeping me belligerent-ly drunk When I'm at the party and I'm killing shit on the mic? It's Big Walt, I'm legitimate [GP] Descendent of the slave & maids who did Daywork A menace on the stage, the aim's to hit pay-dirt And charge it to the game if I gain notoriety For acting like society's norms, don't apply to me In another life I'd be a better man Have a better outlook Follow thorough on better plans For what it's worth, I wouldn't mind living Christ-like But my old ways got a hold on me, Vice tight My demons reinforce belief in God So in a sense, my inner sense can never beat the odds Innocence for irony That's how the trade goes Seemed fine to me Until finally I buckled under pressure from the same old same old OK so, how do I begin again? And not succumb to the same fate as many men? Committed plenty sins, I ain't defending shit Developed a taste for self-destructive living when I'm hitting skin to visit bliss No longer penitent Limitless, time spent, study Proverbs like fine print Bloodshot eyes blur as my mind went for past church services Back to the spot Where my man Sean was showing off the crack in his sock Children of the saints face fate and turn lost souls Long before they make it to the crossroads [Clavius] I'm floating in & out of different states of consciousnesses The kid remain anonymous to this degraded populace MANIC wishes for connection have been severed cut STATIC traditions brought the ending of progression, just Stark hatred, we live in dark ages Drive cars wasted, __________ blade tips Inject flesh veins, syringes & pill bottles Lead shreds brains, click biscuits to kill sorrow Dead pres stained with the blood of small children Where the love above is obstructed by tall buildings I came down from the clouds as the night sky wept And my wide eyes met systemized blind threats of the idle I have slept in cycles Bundled under comfy lies left from the rivals Mindless acceptance, praise the dollar all thank him For violence, weapons, bottles, smallpox blankets Today we have fast food, tv's and pharmacies Lazy lamps skewered by the priests in the armory Harm is lethal and it comes without anticipation Scars the people who are numb and out of inspiration 3 of my friends stopped stressing and snuffed it Over 4 years, can't pretend I'm not envious of them Death is what comes when nothing satisfies the hunger Granted by the curse of worthlessness we sanctify our lovers Only discovering the loneliness and disconnection Spill inner organs, this recording is a vivisection