Punk Hazard
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I don't aim for sympathy
That don't mean shit to me
I just wanted to dabble in my history
Give y'all a glimpse of me
Who I am as a man
A glimpse of my soul
It ain't gold
But I'm trying the best I can
It's okay if you reprimand
I just want you to understand
Understand things are shaky with my mother
I'd start a convo with my dad but our relationship is in the gutter
My heart belongs to someone whose heart belongs to another
I can't turn to God, religion makes me feel smothered
Not that I believe he'd help
Only way out is to do it yourself
After all, where was he when I was depressed?
The other day I was riding on the bus
Saw a guy disfigured in a chair, it was too much
Wondering where's that Godly touch
That could fix it quick like He was in a rush
Or do we have to bite the bullet for a gun we didn't shoot?
Left alone to settle a heavenly dispute
I can't receive help from being spiritual
And I don't have faith in people, I'm so cynical
I put my faith in written works and being lyrical
But writer's block sets in, it's like I'm scraping up residuals
Wanna be remembered, but am I admissible? Or just missible
Ain't it typical
Don't take him seriously, kids will be miserable
It's all apart of growing up
Feeling so lonely, no homies showing up
Don't nobody know me, no phony but ain't blowing up
You ain't depressed you're bored
Go back to your keyboard
Simulated interactions
Anything that passes for social transactions
Part of an age that loves the dangers of intimate strangers
That don't mean shit to me
I just wanted to dabble in my history
Give y'all a glimpse of me
Who I am as a man
A glimpse of my soul
It ain't gold
But I'm trying the best I can
It's okay if you reprimand
I just want you to understand
Understand things are shaky with my mother
I'd start a convo with my dad but our relationship is in the gutter
My heart belongs to someone whose heart belongs to another
I can't turn to God, religion makes me feel smothered
Not that I believe he'd help
Only way out is to do it yourself
After all, where was he when I was depressed?
The other day I was riding on the bus
Saw a guy disfigured in a chair, it was too much
Wondering where's that Godly touch
That could fix it quick like He was in a rush
Or do we have to bite the bullet for a gun we didn't shoot?
Left alone to settle a heavenly dispute
I can't receive help from being spiritual
And I don't have faith in people, I'm so cynical
I put my faith in written works and being lyrical
But writer's block sets in, it's like I'm scraping up residuals
Wanna be remembered, but am I admissible? Or just missible
Ain't it typical
Don't take him seriously, kids will be miserable
It's all apart of growing up
Feeling so lonely, no homies showing up
Don't nobody know me, no phony but ain't blowing up
You ain't depressed you're bored
Go back to your keyboard
Simulated interactions
Anything that passes for social transactions
Part of an age that loves the dangers of intimate strangers
