Comedy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Still sitting at a desk

Dozing off despite the threats

Of being expelled, I guess

Caldwell doesn’t have to sign my pass

So I can do my routes around the halls

Scan the walls, stall in stalls

Use the best-pressured sinks

And dry my hands with paper towels

Had faith by now I’d be secure and smile without permission

But my codependence and timorousness religiously burns bridges

Ecosystem of blame inside reminds me why I’m docile

My identity’s entombed but they love the compliance that I model

Daydreaming keeps me awake

It also keeps me unfocused

I’m not absorbing anything

There’s other ways I could be growing

They gave me an ID and assigned me a seat

I’ve got an earful for whoever designed this machine

But deep inside I think… we know that it’s all…

Comedy

“I see you work for EB and you, um, beat me on cocaine the other day so…”

*beep*

“This is strictly observational cause some things is just so crazy that you kinda just gotta laugh at ‘em”

They say I gotta make a living and I guess they must be valid

But when the city lies in ruins, what man can smile in the palace?

All the cults we mothered at one time were homes for the fatherless

And I see them get excommunicated on the same grounds that we adopted them

Abusive institutions dampened all our dreams so we slept on the streets

Until they promised we’d have a roof above and a spot to sleep

No concern for quality, from the chemicals and salt we eat

To the reality gossip on MFXBC and the pastors breeding Dolly sheep

All disputes are for language and priorities

When exceptions are rules, the chickens and eggs will volley the fault and we

All are seeking God but preaching’s fraught with dogmythology

You say there’s lost to seek but you’re still coddling your policies

I don’t want to see leaders hunt white whales soon as they cast off to sea

And starve the curiosities of the crew when they just want to eat

And we just don’t know how good life can be

Oh, we just don’t know how good life can be