I go to work like Moe Dee
Even in quarantine, shit
At the crib whippin' up eggs florentine
Like I whip thoughts into a frenzy when my hands is idle
Would it be TMI to admit I have been suicidal?
Over the past few months even before Marshall Law broke out
Was already social distancing
Social media's threatening to end my existence
In a funk I ain't seen since Prince and shit
Too many instances to put on blast
So fuck it
I'll just put a mask on and find something classic to rap on
The past's gone
I ain't holdin' on to them last songs that I wrote
Reminds me of a time in my mind when my path seemed lacking hope
And when I closed my eyes all I visualized was black clouds and a rope
But now I'm back sounding so dope like I'm supposed--
Trap door to the ghosts
Raps pour from the GOAT's throat
Was hyperactive as a youth
Now I'm just fuckin' loco
Social circle's turnin' triangular
Isolation's a bitch and I must admit I did attempt to strangle her
Don't know what the anger's for or even directed at
Too vexed for that
An army of insecurity made me a P.O.W.
Urgently I urged them to murder me
Never felt worthy of them words of praise they hurled at me
They say I can rap!
What good is that though in apocalypses?
People need food, shelter, clothes
Not hella flows in the pocket spitters
But if I--
Can make those who stuck at home feel less alone
In struggles of they own?
Gimme the microphone and let me fuckin' go
They say I'm too emotional but what they fuckin' know?
See through your hardbodied window
I know you're vulnerable
I'm too real for these damaged bitches to feel but still love 'em though
And metaphysically still love 'em
But still...fuck 'em though
Went out like a sucker yo
Full disclosure facts
But I ain't the type of motherfucker who's known for holding back
Love me or hate me
Give me or take me
But even when acting crazy
I'm still Luke McFadden, family baby...