Feeling lower than the Nasdaq today
Wishing I was tripping, only tripping on my shoelace
I stopped giving a shit back in May
Wouldn’t put my clothes away, just keep em on for four days
Haven’t done a load of laundry in a month
Prayed to god for change, but he gave me too much
Unemployment can’t cover protection for the witness
Like all our problems fucked, but I was never one for incest
The Joshua Tree led to one mistress
Finding food takes forever, like DOOF scrolling through Pinterest
Shit came flowing from a same-sex ass
Game set match, how you came that fast?
A rollercoaster’s only fun the first and third times
But now a hundred days of this, but still an upward climb
Wish I’m with my bitches, but we rocking separate rides
Couldn’t find a way off, but lord knows we tried
The white man Walsh said that school was out
My friends and I we grooving out
But the world and its elders were dying
Now I’m just trying to make peace with it
I spend every waking minute with my thoughts
I’ll make peace with the “not”s and never ever’s
By untying the knots and letting the stream flow
Through the hose to dose the garden
With a fresh coat of miracles
The plants are breathing, but I’m choking up my spiracles

Ever since the COVID hit, I’m low and shit
I’m dealing with my own and shit
But honestly I’m focused on the things that matter most and shit
Running closer to the table just to cut corners
Just to cut yourself on the corners

Post a year in, coming closer to the end
But the light in the tunnel hasn’t flickered much yet
Honestly convinced that I’ll be fucked up forever
Hiding behind the guises of assorted red sweaters
What a fucked up scenario
Bitches tryna listen, while I’m getting it in stereo
Gotta make the most of being so very low
Thought we roller-coasting, now I see we on the merry-go
Doing loop-de-loops and hula-hooping struggles
Tryna see hope through the eyes of non-muggles
But the magic in the world never affected the news
I can’t find use, but it’s up to you to choose
To have fixed perspective on a hectic elective
Every days the same and there ain’t no objective
My friends and I were festive when the news was contraceptive
To it being deceptive just to kill all the infected
But I braved it, just passed four hundred days in
Made peace will all the never’s in my skin
And thank god Trump’s gone, but I remember where we’ve been
And we gon' find justice when we reinstate the punishment for sin