Kumbaya

skip the kumbaya, that weak shit evaporate

sold out popouts, the whole damn premisis vibrate

phony prophets preachin', just congregatin' hate

watch the throne crumble under its own damn weight

skip the kumbaya, that weak shit evaporate

real recognize real, before its ever too late

fake smiles crackin', revealin' the real estate

this aint participation, son, this is checkmate

paparazzi flashbulbs, a cheap epilepsy fit

they chronicle the downfall, pretend they benefit

my lineage aint royalty, more like crypts I lit

ignited by the friction where bullshit couldnt sit

these soundwaves aint gentle, they rearrange the brick

foundation of the fakers reduced to toothpicks quick

no scalpel metaphors, just hollow point sermon

leave your whole facade leakin', permanent vermin

authentic on your necklace like the ironys affirmin'

the way you chase the trend, your whole existence squirmin'

I speak in pollen clouds infest the whole damn garden

your response wilted petals, no armor, no pardon

you crave the connection the spotlights a cold bed

shared trauma peddled cheap, like knockoff chrome treads

they dissect the message, miss the shrapnel instead

left cataloging damage inside their empty head

my syntax is shiv work, precise and underfed

no wasted syllables where your reputation bled

your truth is just varnish on particleboard dread

scratched off with a fingernail, see whats really spread

gen A casket like nicotine spread

addictive, leaves you jonesin' for everything I said

no cosmic dust bullshit, just streetlights and lead

the blueprint of the block where forgotten souls are bred

this aint therapy session, its autopsy bread

we break it open, see the lies the system fed