[Intro – spoken, dry] The error of my parents is myself, The error of society, its wealth. The error of my code is a hack, The error of my laptop, … it’s a Mac! [Verse 1 – steady, mechanical] The error of my sitting is my back, The error of my kissing is a smack. The error of my lunch is a Big Mac, The error of my friend’s heart is an attack. [Verse 2 – pressure building] The error of my mood since, is being black. The error of my drinking is called jack. The error of my clothes is my tie rack, The error of my balance is being drunk. [Verse 3 – clipped delivery] The error of my talking is the word: ‘f.ck’ The error of my offer, is obviously ur laugh. The error of this mission is being tough, The error of the outcome is my luck. [Verse 4 – relentless] The error of the contract is my paragraph, The error of my split, is the other half. The error of my existence is my path, The error of my confidence the aftermath. [Final – flat, unresolved] The error of my investments is on the graph, The error for my God, I don’t pray enough. The error of my hope is being dark, The error of this life is being stuck.
