Eons D - Post Apocalyptic Monologue 2 lyrics

Most days seem like the world headed for all out war Those days seem all I care about is Fallout 4 When I crawl out from under the rubble Who will I call out for? Yea I'm in my thoughts, they be as tall as all outdoors Looking for a gem/gym, Ima let y'all n***as ball outdoors On some And-1, I'm tryna hand something nice Down to my grandson He couldn't pawn for a couple grand and a handgun But a seed, in a wasteland with no Trees The means to plant one They say "the end zone brimstone E, You putting rims on, engine gone" Nah I'm tryna shift it, yall just pitch it by a semitone They way y'all pitching gone send me home Marvin Gaye used to sang, "let's get it on" Now they say "a b**h gone give me dome" Christians homies say "that's what happen when the scripture gone Sin is our twin, we attached at the hip bone" But lately i've been creating my own character Crafting my own narrative Defining morality by lifting my own stone tablets up Ten tabs open full of Gods wrath for us p**nographic how we been savagely f**ed When you've seen the game long enough For the graphics to s** See you losing HP if you love the craft And wanna write about something other Than clubbin or cash, thuggin or d** Guess this is struggle rap Too ugly to double tap Too much of a puzzle, another app For the level capped They want that fairy tale bread path, Hansel Gretel rap Kids fed into that kettle I grew up in ghetto, seen em chewed up in the trap So i do it for my nephews, I do it cuz the rebels Got them Syrians seeking refuge Just for rednecks to be like "F u" But say God bless you Next to you on the pew when you when you (achoo, achoo, achoo) Had to x you out Had to flesh these questions out Show you the guts its take to stretch intestines out sh** is too messy to take the domestic route Too intellectual for the crowd But too nappy headed to bring the Trekkies out sh** i used to stress about Now i just sketch it out I see that i'm special So ahead of schedule They say after 29 yours rhyme irrelevant Nah we in space, time is relative Its relative, relative Your life i will never live Never live Tryna get to heaven Where ever the hell it is (its right here) The hell it is