A fashioned caucus causes hysterical loss in era covid to feel anointed, it’s enough to rub eyes into prayer till August. Still seeing grim, so slim the future, forgetful soon maybe like grandma Bula, family time I used up I miss them maybe, but family’s good while I’m hazy, the world don’t revolve & evolve around me me me, still I am here here hear, I breathe breathe breathe, losing steps at the speed of lets kill me. Controlling narrative schemes, seeing obscene, trustworthy comes subjective, out of work so I see more reckless, heckle to feel free if that’s what you need, they don’t tell you that essential is also a man made machine derived from confusing dirty work fiends. Peep this, neon vests are soldiers, Homeland sends work orders without guns or masks, but the money comes quicker than desperation ass out, the system is so bad everyone at work now is a sellout maybe, and when it’s racial we might see a loss of sane in parents, raising life & being married during this feels like the pandemic to some & that’s why they die or run.
Bless you bless you, Pope Greg is dead so he ain’t your hero. Bless you bless you, please please please goes the hostage in a situation they’re non-essential, please please please goes the hostage in a situation they’re non-essential. Bless you bless you, Pope Greg is dead so he ain’t your hero. Bless you bless you, please please please goes the hostage in a situation they’re non-essential, please please please goes the hostage in a situation they’re non-essential.
Alice: As the white emperor said “My culture is not having a culture” I pondered about sacrifice, as I realize emotion is only paradise, shit, forgive me, that wasn’t suppose to rhyme. I feel eloquent but I’m not the narrator of this story nor the author, I’m something different entirely.
credits
from aftercare..,
released May 10, 2020
instrumental & lyrics by Antonio H. Escobar.
