Pulitzer from Cope Money by Wool See

Self indulgent Pulitzer
Bullets out the pores
No Forbes in the waiting room
My therapist unmoored
Something stored under floor boards
Loudly striking chords
Signals from another realm
Can’t help but to absorb
Like EMF, FML
Keep scanning through that FM dial
Got a refresh of what death entails
Think I’ll try to stick around
Gods laughing at those plans
I’m glad to see one of these jokes land
Netflix special coming when the punchline isn’t woke fans
Dammit ain’t this tiresome
Always starving though they feed us well
This petri dish a Eden where amoebas breath and eat themselves
I don’t believe beneath is hell
No theology degree
Just all the things I see
I’ll leap to fill conclusions
That don’t need much help

Like I do,

Gemini reacting to stimuli
Many lights, choices off this menu size
Paralyzing plenitude
Xanadu planet rock
Granite ruins
Don’t know what you got
Granted you
Are not Janet
Not even sample of Joni
Even with these voices I’m lonely
In the zone, zoning
This ain't zen, it's fear and loathing
Might find a sunken stash of jewels
In acid tab induced plundering
Free will is an illusion
Like bandersnatch, who’s jumping?
I been detached, loose junk
With some benefactor
Scattered across the globe
Not fame & Fortune, just a modified goal
You know, lowered expectations
My social life’s a Poltergeist
Got some kinfolk that’s Ann Coulter white
Yikes
Me & my DNA share unsightly traits
Beliefs are night and day
Every holiday is shrouded by malaise
keep it light, we’ll good thing we all ablaze, I would say
Bright side if there’s any, you’ll see what this wall contains
Writings in Aramaic
translated
Dare I say it,
Unleash a curse like
Ancient pathogens in the ice that’s melting
Disoriented? I felt it too
Things seem off
We need to talk
Nobody’s listening
Endless funds for bombs and cops
While the doomsday clock’s ticking
Let me off this gravitron
My lunch is missing, guts are twisted
Crazy thing’s collectively, we could halt this vessel in an instant

You remember when they burned the 3rd precinct
Influencers dispersed think pieces
Conservative derps clutched pearls
At the mere thought of a world where murder decreases
Your favorite content creators feigned solidarity
Don’t follow the dollars too carefully
You might not care for where they care to be
Hobnobbing with the rare elite
You’d swear a miracle was needed
Praying to the private sector is a terrible idea
Under the rug swept up, ‘merican procedure
Erasure Amnesia
Two party system just a stage for the theater
Take me to your leader
I might Wilkes Booth ‘em
Freed slaves, built prisons so we still looting
Communities of real humans
Getting gerrymandered by a fucking cartoonist
Shit’s ghoulish
It’s Waves waves waves,
Are you just tuning in now?
Oh? Oh?
Are you already tuned out?

Waves waves waves,
Are you just tuning in now?
Oh
You already tuned out?

I denote
Truth in a rhyme I wrote
Tied to a finite rope
Redundant, like hoping I find hope
When the only thing saved is an iPhone note

Looking for a way out
Dannamora
Can’t afford to not spend another day out
So I’m digging this escape route
Hope you dig it too..

That’s a lesser priority
Before cordially inviting you, I need to reach there first
Make sure I’m not just leading you into a secured hearse

• Electronic
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• experimental
• underground hip hop
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