#GenZonTheBeat tired of living with a dull ache in a place thats constantly about to break where nothin has felt the same since '08 everything has changed & its this society thats to blame crooked politicians looking for a back door into fame struggling to move forward cause youre chained into place now youve been contained you try and pick your brain but cant even recall your own name gave into temptation all this stress all this pain stuck in this plane of oblivion youve lost your equilibrium no balance just silence no one left to turn to when your still in your troubled youth just you your mic & the booth while youre stuck in a ruse tryin but you cant accept the truth so it got you sippin on that booze lifes alarm goin off but you keep on hittin snooze no mo options left to choose drugs to numb the blues smokin tough like ya snoop but they cant help you escape the pain lil goof you know you aint bulletproof lifes gonna hit you like a monsoon lies comin at you like a typhoon comin too fast too soon Eyes lookin at the skylights bouncin off the moon Stealin & lyin people are like racoons got the swine flu Animated like cartoons its a new phase of the moon You got too much attitude for that altitude I refuse to pursue these acts of voodoo Dragin me in like a whirlpool I wont be taken as a fool by a fuckin tool in a clown suit So people say I'm Held down by my own inability to see realistically How clinically cynical I can really be You can say I'm crazy but Im only critically ill mentally My admittedly indecisive mind is hard to comprehend You can call me a psycho cause I lack common sense so I say fuck it & put this bottle to my lips Alchohol running through my veins No more pain only bliss No fouls night owls Party hard in this dark abyss No scowls in a place where nothin exists where we raise our fists when life shifts & we get twisted like a buncha misfits after all life is just a giant mix of bullshit you never know what youre gonna get its just another place to get lit so you can forget that you werent willing to submit this life we've made is counterfeit Cause the reality is we're unfit we tell others to commit then we quit like a buncha hypocrites I guess the moral of the story is from the sky to the soil this world is mystic & this life that we live aint no picnic we either make it or we sink the ship all in all make the most of it cause one day when youre old and your bones start to fray you'll realize your mistakes all alone with no friends and all you wish for is to do it all over again fuckin masochist