Artist: Drapetomania (Gen Pop & Big Walt) Album: Drapetomania Song: The Tardedness Typed by: Kyle Hunter/Bandcamp [GP] One time for the One Time 3 Strikes for the ex-con still spitting gun rhymes I stay Based on the Front Line Without a plan of attack so I kick back and unwind Watching the sunshine through the holes in the roof of the Terrordome Better known as my second home I tried to write a verse deep and political, but I got bored So that topic's better off left alone Like paying fees on a land-line telephone Stare at the ballot all I'm seeing is a pair of clones The smell of slacking got me gone off the pheromones So would you care to bone and boost each other's Seroton'? Long days Longer nights And what I'm seeing's blurring up my views of wrong and right This city is a sinkhole, I'm crawling towards the light Watching former classmates taking hits off the pipe [Chorus] When I look to the sky I ask how crooked am I In the truth, I look for the lie So will I be cooked when I die? [Walt] To the birds in my art, the world is a dart Dick stay wet but a virgin at heart On the streets of Ann Arbor, demand pardon I'm sorry, I'm from where your plants darken Yo, skies grey in the summer Game kept calling, changing my number GP, I'm out I'll be back in a flash I'm grabbing Cognac and a bag of the grass My friends sell _________ Mad hazardous cash, pack mattress and bag I don't hassle with that, that's back in the past But the blood won't wash from my hands From when I sold drugs to a man Who later went to a program And I said "Stay Gold, kid. I caked off your pain, I ain't shit." [Chorus] [GP] Riots in the streets, stocks bulemic Defiance is the key but the lock is secret Cops aim at your back when they cock & squeeze it Have you, quadrapalegic on a Posturepedic My guys get Bridge cards and stop believing in a better life Satisfied with decent Long as they on a cot in a box in the precinct Call that shit a come-up getting strung up by weak links [Walt] I quit my job I'm a loser I have no future, there IS no future Blood seeps through the planet's sutures I'm sharing cigarrettes with crack abusers Take me out a little quicker, sipping liquor Palm read, gypsy give a bitter picture Everything burns down, bones hollow For the love of today they took your tomorrow [Chorus]