Machines

I moved out my mamma's crib So I could let my honor live My genius, you don't got to ponder it It's a no brainer, can't afford car payments Until we hit the lottery I'm a moderate Kurt Vonnegut, who pops a lot of shit Reads Economist and speaks ebonics, bitch And my friends think I'm out of it But see I'm proud of it, my judgement, I'm clouding it By default, we default Never learned nothing so I guess that it's me fault Pointing out the only thing the haters say is peace talk Throw the Red Sea in my way and watch me walk Call me crazy and deranged, rap game, jewelry ain't the same Trying to make some change, pull money out my ass Same thing on my brain, rather hang myself wake up tonight, than be your slave And you wonder why we act wild, they lacked out Party in a packed house We don't want to go home to cracked out and blacked out We want to act proud, don't want to tap out, that's all Seen too many on the fast fall Why you think I fucking rap my ass off? We come alive when that moon turns bright I could die tonight but not the words I write, yeah And ain't nobody reading the mind so it's a fine line We tee'd up on, be ticking time bombs And trying to find the calm before the storm If you fighting against the norm That's who I'm spitting this for Losing my mind, it was dead weight anyway Think it's about time that I pull my hair away These thoughts of mine are always doing MMA against each other everyday Shit