I been so down, been so down I been so down it look like up So down, and yet, I couldn't figure what it was Hit the loud once, world opened up, and still learned none
“Cookie Monster was a prisoner of war” is the kind of poem I like The kind only God can write The kind that spells out my life in the simplest terms that suffice Before I pass the mic, I'd like to share some advice All you protect yourself from feeling will fuck with your sense of being and become all you can see A lor nigga was C-O-P-I-N-G by tryna stay out of sight with a thumb between my teeth Always under my arm was my best friend, Cookie But my Grandma, I think, feared that it would turn me sweet
I been so down, been so down I been so down it look like up O down, and yet, I couldn't figure what it was Chris woke up dead then I started to really bug So depressed I was defunct Asked to see someone, shit a dub Felt like my folks ain't give no fuck None of us thought about my thumb
You know what's funny to me? It's this lil idea About Cookie Monster getting tortured tatted on me Think of Rambo in his flashbacks when he tied to a tree Emotional assimilation feels similarly We were apart most my life, turns out he got took from me My Grandma gave him back once I secured my bachelor's degree With nothing more than “Well you stopped sucking your thumb, didn't ya?”
But yea, I guess I turned out alright in the end, didn't I? Didn't I?
(I detest all my discussions of I!)
I been so down, I been so down I been so down it look like up So down, and yet, I couldn't figure what it was I did many drugs but never ever rode the bus
No instead a nigga de-prioritizes his needs Disarmed by paranoid delusions that bring him to his knees Growing out of character is how he spends the time in between And therefore trapped inside a cycle of constant apology
I been so down it look like upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.