The Design

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?