[Verse 1: Quentin]

This that post apocalyptic

Angry Black dope musician

On my Phillip K Dick, all I spit is

Science fiction

Dropped the alcoholic addiction

I was in a shitty position

But I’m back from the dead

Like a zombie brain condition

Me and Brian like magicians

Mystify the audience

Dumbledore ya dome, shooting spells at ya body bitch

Bars like tsunami waves, they looking at me all kinda ways

I ain’t been this dope, since a nigga was in his college days

Back to my violent ways: Deck you in yo jaw

I remember when I saw them bullet holes in my wall

Sauk Village stand tall, cuz that’s the shit that made me

Shout out to my mother and my grandmama that raised me

Swеar my ex hate me

All is forgivеn

I ain’t really been the same since I found religion

Profound ambition, naysayers doubt the vision

Look how I aim for my goals with

Sharp procession

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Quentin]

Suicidal tendencies

I had to get my mind right

You can see the pain

When you starring deep in my eyes

Niggas say I changed

But they hating on the sidelines

Trying to maintain

My depression on a fine line

Looking back in hindsight, they ain’t see the vision yet

A bunch of cracker kids hype our music on the internet

My mom smoking cigarettes, told her ass she gotta quit

Ciggy only way she fight the demons that she dealing with

I ain’t really feeling it, the stress and all the strain

Feel the pressure in my brain, God a nigga feel insane

Might pull a Kurt Cobain

Join the 27 club

In the tub

Wrist slit they ain’t show a nigga love

All my life I had it rough

Niggas had to act tough

Growing up in the ghetto, niggas call you on you’re bluff

Step daddy on that stuff, I was raised on section 8

Mama praying on her knees, hope she see some better days

Stressing out for seven days, feeling like it’s just a phase

When I left Chicago, left that bitch without a trace

Made mistakes, did dirt

Put that on my granny grave

We descends of the slaves

Working hard need a raise

Crime pays, I’m a nigga with a fucking attitude

Spin my ops, double jumping like I’m Crash Bandicoot

All I need, solitude, I been paying all my dues

Feeling like I’m hood famous, bitches send me hella nudes

I can do without the booze, been a couple months sober

Alcohol fucked me up, throwin' up looking bloated

So devoted to this music, swear this shit is therapeutic

My relationship with rap, hella toxic and abusive