wake up.... “we ain’t done yet we ain’t done yet” wake up.... “we ain’t done yet we ain’t done yet” yo wake up.... “we ain’t done yet we ain’t done yet” wake the fuck up.... "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" "your time aint come yet" yo wake up feelin half alive half empty half charged like a battery that forgot its own purpose slidin off the mattress like gravity got hands pullin by the ankles whisperin “come back down earth bruh” but where da fuck even is dat? cuz lately we movin like a glitch with breath patterns outta sync heart thumpin sideways like it drunk off absinthe “yo why feel like this why keep chasin meanin like you lost it somewhere in a dream you forgot to finish” cuz all this constant worry hurry searchin for greater purpose like the sky owe you blueprint like fate forgot the instructions with the package and we thinkin if we can’t fix the problem then we fallin through the surface slippin through some metaphorical membrane like bacterium gettin flushed out the ecosystem and it haunt cuz we swear we coulda fixed the problem had we chose the path that reverse this but the path that reverse this? that’s a curse bitch, a paradox in a headlock pullin synapses backwards tryna search for the impossible drainin like leakin oil under a broke down shuttle and we whisperin in that venom tone like “damn bruh you hostile to yourself why you do this why you carve scars in your own hopes why your inner talk always bile while your outer face smilin like you got it handled”, cuz inside he got this tone that’ll make yo bitch moan pistol whip yo dome make your clone be goooone talk slick in a dialect built on broken coordinates and toxic grit like speakin from the basement of a skull where the echoes sound like shiestys sewin masks outta old regrets pacing in circles mentally like a dog tryna find the right spot to collapse in but every step just dig deeper into the same crater been livin in and the apathy start creepin in like mold on the corners of motivation but keep sayin “nah nah nah chill get up get up stop drownin in your own hypotheticals you ain’t ghost yet” but the numbness keep tappin him on the shoulder like a debt collector callin from unknown numbers tryna shake it but his mind a flip book of failures revisited like reruns we pretend to hate but lowkey memorize thinking maybe the universe laughin at us or maybe we laughin at ourself or maybe both yo wake up.... “we ain’t done yet we ain’t done yet” wake the fuck up.... "your time aint come yet" cuz the cosmic joke ain’t funny unless it hurt and the search for purpose feel like a fistfight with invisible arms swingin from all angles tryna dodge but trippin on trauma like old cables mumblin curses in half slang half swear half entropy askin why the hell be wired like this why we feel like a walking misprint why apathy hit like a bullet dipped in slow poison why every time we try to rise memory grab our hoodie and yank us back into the mud and we go “fuck it lemme push harder” but the harder we push the more the void push back like it jealous of our progress and we caught in this tug of war with our own reflection and the reflection ain’t blinkin so we talk to it like “yo bruh what you want why you sabotage me why you whisper worst case scenarios like bedtime stories” and the reflection grin like “cuz i’m you dawg,” so we square up with ourself by the dumpster in the parking lot of our own consciousness but we breathe slow like “nah chill, ain’t dyin today, we ain’t foldin today even if we feel hollow like a drum with no rhythm we still march cuz we ain’t built to dissolve even if we feel like sand” but the thoughts keep twistin in that slime spittin like venom consinents like claws syllables like shards of broken promises wrestle our own psyche like demon exorcism with no witness and we caught between apathy and ambition like two baby mamas fightin over custody of our soul and we stand there like “damn bruh" Nah.... Not today... yo wake up.... “we ain’t done yet we ain’t done yet” wake the fuck up.... "your time aint come yet"
