[Intro – spoken, muttering] Yeah… Life got jokes, right? …Aight, run that. [Verse 1] Old man, ninety-eight, whole life scrapin' for rent Played the same six numbers since the Reagan event Hits the jackpot, heart stops on the way to collect Family get a voicemail with a "Sorry for your debt" This influencer talkin' "self-love, body positivity" Then Photoshops her ribs into a God complex of misery Sells me diet tea with "confidence" inside the delivery Drinks it on a private jet to sponsor my insecurity [Hook] Ain't it wild how the world'll twist your wrist when you grip it tight? Call it gift of life, then ship you bills and hidden bites Every time it feels like fate been listenin' in my mic It just turns my silver linings into prison stripes Isn't it ironic how the punchline's always my life? Every blessing come with fine print written in knives Look up and laugh like, "Alright, I get it, that's nice" The joke's on me, but the timing precise [Verse 2] Mr. Never-Takes-A-Risk, lived his life in bubble wrap Kept his parachute on standby, never jumped, just loved the strap Finally buys a plane ticket, "Time to conquer all my past" Pilot: "We're experiencin' turbulence," wings snap Therapist with four degrees, doctorate in mental health Has an office full of crystals and empowerment on the shelf Tellin' me "Set boundaries, Raven, learn to love yourself" Then cries in the bathroom scrollin' through her ex's wedding selfies in stealth [Hook] [Bridge] Life slide in your DMs like, "You up?" when you finally asleep Drop a problem on your porch every time that you sweep You get stable for a minute, put both feet in the street Life pull the rug like, "Careful… watch yo' feet." You pray hard, light candles, manifestin' your fate Then the same job you prayed for got you missin' your wake Grandma laid out in the casket while you stuck at the gate HR: "We'd love to help you grieve, but we short-staffed today." [Verse 3 – Raven's verse, more personal] They said, "Raven, you're so gifted, you could really change the globe" Now I'm changin' outfits twice a day to fit the algorithm's code Post my soul in thirty seconds, hope the sponsors reload Meanwhile the comments diagnose me like a WebMD node Teacher said, "Use your voice, you got something to say" Now every word I ever wrote is owned by some LLC's name My diary turned to data points, my tears became a campaign They're puttin' ads on my heartbreak, gettin' paid off my pain I write about the irony, it spirals in my veins I turn misery to poetry, they turn poetry to chains Every line about the system gets me shadowbanned again But a prank where I fake my death gets a million in ten [Hook] [Outro] Maybe life's not a blessing or a curse, just a glitch in the code A stand-up set with no stage, just a ditch in the road If the joke's on us, then I'll laugh till the stitches explode 'Cause the only real punchline is we don't get to reload So when the sky pours hail on the day that you prayed for sun And you're laughin' through your tears like, "Yo, you really won" Just know if fate's a comedian with a gun to your fun Every crooked little setup still got Raven on the run.
