Sing Songy

Sing Songy
but i'm an aspiring artist
questioning the world and why i exist
living my life trying not to get pissed

living in the dumpster but trying not to get shit on
like a pile on
or get peed on like a peon

but we're more like pigeons
pigeon holing through the worm holes

but we're more like rats
living in the sewers, subways, small building and big

we're more like the bacteria than the trees
we're more like the cure than the disease

or can we simply say it with that type of ease
that we're a cancer
that we're a disease

because how can you just identify with the bad
it's like looking at the world
but only seeing the sad

sad
ness isn't just a character from some cartoon
it's loony toons how they can try to send us to a loony bin
but i've been to the moon and back and through the worm hole again

studying physics
a study of matter and energy through space and time
realizing that physics can't even begin to explain my mind

Shrodinger's cat is all i can think about
and how uncertain I am about anything that i deemed certain
because one will kill me
and 100 isn't enough

i've watched kids get snuffed while kids are doing snuff in the bathroom
and i'm just trying to do stuff
stay busy
keep my active mind occupied
but i feel like i'm supplied with such bull shit
such minutia
minute by minute
hour by hour
surrounded by the insane
the inane

man i gotta get out of this town
man i gotta get back on the train
man i gotta get back on the plain
i gottta get outta this town
i gotta get outta this place

this itch is coming back
but this itchy has no scratchy
it's like a flat tire with no patchy

listening to these rhymers
but they're just thinking of what's catchy
looking at these dogs thinking go fetch
go fetch me someone that can actually spit
not any of this weak ass fake thug bull shit

so i think fuck it i'll just quit
but to give up an art form for the haters
for the master debaters
is like giving up on life
for all the doubters

speaking softly because you can't hear me
over all the shouters

trying to be a man
but im surrounded by pouters
putting all there bull shit on me

fuck that shit
im just a human
im not your addiction
i'm nothing without you
but i'm not part of your equation
i'm not part of your addition
because to add me plus you
would just multiply your problems
and i love math
but damn i don't like long division
i like fission
and fusion
and the creation of something
from all the destruction

like a broken glass
i'm filled with entropy
but i'm done with begging and pleading
it's not quite surrender and it's not quite seceding
and i don't think it's quite succedding either
it's just being
being me
in this world
where i can live and breathe
and i can see
who i want to be

and i have all these haters
all these negative nancies
trying to bring me down
could i have been a dancing nancy
could i have been anyone other than me

i look up at the sky
but all i see is blandness
but i look up at the sky and i see
that out of the mundane
comes something profound
or is it profane
out of the inane
comes the insane
out of something
comes more

and i can be who i want to be
i can see who i want to see
some may say i'm sing songy
but i like this song and dance
cause it's a chance
to express some words
explore the absurd
where nobody understands shit
because to explore the absurd
is to explore this world
and to explore this world
we have to navigate through all these words
and all these worlds

but words can only say so much
too much
enough

the conclusion
is always delusion or seclusion

but the solution
is to be
whoever you want to be