“Selling pain for profit”
Who would’ve thought it?
Shout out to NoName
Cause she put sis up on game
Sex no longer sells
We live in a Hell
Where trauma bonds
Are the link between you and I
Although we try
What is of my prime
When all I can think about
Is the crime
that goes on
Around our heads
And often sleeping next to us
In our beds
The crime in the government’s legislation
Oh, how our generation needs
New revelations
New reparations
To reprimand
The man
That once laid his hand
Upon the book of law
(Oh, why couldn’t we just live like
Carrie Bradshaw)
Oh, how we lost our way
Looking for the new slay
Obsessed with the thing that kills
Involved in these false ideals
All the while
We can’t pay our bills
What are we supposed to do in a time like this
Where there is no bliss
You see trauma
Has a funny way
of reconnecting you
with your mama
However, papa
Is still in the background
Diagnosing the foreground
And yet you’re still wishing
Of merry-go-rounds
cause back then, it was fun
And there was still lots to be done
However, reality has settled in
And you’re wishing you had better kin
Someone to teach you about finances
Oh, how you may have missed your chances
The chance to buy that house
When the market was still feasible
Asking the doctor
“Are my eggs still freezable?”
cause lets be real
in this economy?
We’re all faced with
a true dichotomy
