I'm sewing seeds to grow a garden of hardened pardons

The likes of which the world has never had the heart to harvest

And I promise to document the bones like a tourist with rabies

Excavating caged emotions to pile up the maybes

Baby boomers gave birth to the generation x , y's, and z's

It's an alphabet soup spelling bee, but where does that leave me?

Climbing up the ladder to later fall, crack my jaw

And hit the ground running like "Yes, yes, y'all!"

No, no, gnaw the wound till pain misconstrues truth

Humans don't embrace change, so we're already doomed

We swoon in plumes of smoke while we shrivel up like prunes

Goonies never say die, but I don't weep for sheep; do you?

I'm an opportunistic dipshit who spits like atoms splitting

But all my (ex) girlfriends just say I'm a beautiful broken nosed cynic.

It's a gloomy afternoon and I'm drinking in my bedroom

So if you look up to me I honestly feel bad for you

Yo yo, living just to rhyme is a no no

I got the flow honed, but there's no bones

In my bread box. So I shed thoughts

That are sharp enough to stick you like an ox

I'm "So what!"ing whatever false pride you conjure up

Some might think it's a front, but honestly I don't give a fuck!

Every scene is complete bullshit, fuck the kids!

They cloak their back-stabs behind rose colored eyelids

I dug a ditch and I'm diving in, who's coming with?

I'm living my life like your rules don't exist

We're on the edge of an abyssal apex;

A day an age where rebellion is as risky as safe sex

They have latex opinions, sterile and flashy

But their knowledge of the culture came straight out of the trash heap

Where do you go when you've already sunk into uncharted depths?

I've held my breath for so long that I'm already brain dead

I mean, it takes a lot of shit to make your eyes brown

But it's already falling out of your mouth so why stop now?

I'm inside out like a dirty shirt, I put in work like a swarm of locusts

And I'll do it 'til I'm dead), yo, fuck a 2 week notice!

Yo yo, living just to rhyme is a no no

I got the flow honed, but there's no bones

In my bread box. So I shed thoughts

That are sharp enough to stick you like an ox

I'm sewing sequins onto the carcass of what was

Heartless kids hiding their tongues behind their numb gums

Drug buzz was the only free fire escape they saw

So they sit and spin, swallow every thought, unhinge the jaw

Hurrah! At last their laughs are dignified by fine print

Huzzah! Their glares are mummified inside of time spent

Like lint in my pocket, even cookie cutters touch the cold earth

They're sticking forks in sockets like "Oorah soldier!"

I should have drank my Folgers, all is fair when taxed and traded

Intuition is merely fanfare if only shoulder shrugs are premeditated

Medicate or meditate; either way you're merely coping

But I've got no room to talk with home much dope I have been smoking

This whole thing must be a bad joke told ass backwards

From here on out I'm attacking anyone who's blathering with wack words!

I'm exploding in reverse, I am slowly taking form

I am scorching pulp with malice while you can barely keep it warm