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- If lives are curves with direction,
- If intersections change our connection,
- If natural selection can rearrange the lines,
- Why can't I change the designs?
- If my curve never crosses the x axis,
- Calculate the taxes I pay to cut my losses
- When I go off the graph like albatrosses around my neck,
- Record the bottleneck, take a photograph, it's a wreck,
- Can't deal with arbitrary numbers, dealt a bad deck,
- Extraordinary blunders set long ago on the launchpad?
- And I'm tryna be the vanguard, rapping here on RapPad
- To combat this ironclad shape of the graph,
- My line's solitary now, perhaps unnecessary,
- An honorary mention in the negatives,
- Regressing, unraveling, like primitives,
- Falsely confessing, they keep on, second guessing,
- Suppressing the mutually incongruous, acting innocuous,
- Obsessing over the continuous when the discontinuous is clear.
- If lives are curves with direction,
- If intersections change our connection,
- If natural selection can rearrange the lines,
- Why can't I change the designs?
- It's obvious I'm an upside down parabola,
- Or downside up, sliding off the hyperbola,
- Why lines divide when they collide, scattered worldwide,
- Who gets to decide cuz they're shitty
- To separate families intercity,
- I understand it's gritty business,
- But still fuck the committee, can't spare forgiveness,
- Too much damage, a calamity, I was the victim and witness,
- And it was a savage image, like everyone caught the same sickness,
- Displayed the same symptoms, shut the system down,
- Head down, hands in pockets, having a meltdown,
- Like life’s the rocket and I’m a retrorocket
- Aimed at a ghost town, I'm locked down,
- So I can only countdown the time I’ll escape this town,
- Cuz I can't solve this knot, don't wanna stay around,
- Forgot my bloodshot eyes won't help turn this 'round,
- This quagmire's bittersweet, defeated me, how profound
- For me to be incomplete without it, the fuck's this satire
- When desire backfires, expires, don't give a fuck 'bout empires...
- And I'm still here at this intersection, same question.
- If lives are curves with direction,
- If intersections change our connection,
- If natural selection can rearrange the lines,
- Why can't I change the designs?
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