Atlas thinks life sucks......sometimes I agree.
It’s ironic, feeling lonely while holding a planet full of billions
Yes, it’s ironic like being a wreck while this planet is steadily building
It’s ironic but it might not be, cuz I never could use the word “irony”
Correctly after my rebellion when Zeus was finally eyein’ me
I am thee Atlas with the world on my shoulders and I’m trying hard not to buckle
Feeling lonely while holding a planet full of billions, see I got to chuckle
Chuckle at the irony of feeling alone so I’ll put my grievance in poems
I’m speedin through gnomes readin the tomes, bleedin the stones I’m needin a home
While not needing a home cuz home is where the hatred is or where hatred lives
Or where the patron’s kids interlace their wits with an impatient id
And will makeshift gifts for this masquerade we are all apart of
Masked monkeys with massive monk beads yellin out “This is Sparta
Tryin to keep my mask on straight while these women constantly give me the write off
But a wise lady once said “Maybe everyone needs to take the masks right off”
I need the night off cuz living Hell is for the lovers, loving Hell they’re given
Givin’ in to zeal but lord knows that the foretold old souls will keep their secrets hidden
But Hell is like not living but still breathing, not hungry but still feeding
But Hell is like being happy but still grieving, not begging but still pleading
Hell is like watching your girl walk away knowing she will never be your girl
Knowing that even though I’m holding her planet, I’ll never exactly be in her world
But I’ll lie to my truth and say “You’ll be mine soon” and fine tune the calm of my storm
Into a monsoon till I try to court her and she’ll say her lies in haikus like
I’m very sorry,
I think we should just be friends,
I am not your type.
Or
I think you’re so sweet,
And you’re a very nice guy,
But I have some one.
Forget feeling better, let’s wallow in misery and follow infinity
My motto is “Let me breathe” cuz God knows of my prestige, Apollo will set me free
But still I’ll wallow in it to remind me I’m still human, so hurt me
So I know I’m alive, hurt me cuz I have no use for pride no use for lies
No use to try but I’m not depressed I’m just merely living in desperation
With no sunshine, I’ve been using the North Star to get to my destination
Cuz the owner of my sunshine stole it back from me, the original thief
Spitting my original teeth proving to me that the “original” bleeds
But let’s create a society where they rape the rapists and murder the murderers
But wait, it’s already like that, mandate my ass but still the myrrh will burn
And I’m not pro cons; I’m just trying to differentiate the pros from cons
But honestly, that’s hard to do when life constantly feels like a frozen pond
And the men will call me melancholy friends will harm me, then they’ll bomb me
Then embalm me then I’m falling when I’m crawling sent to folly and I’m sorry
Cuz we’re all different drops to the same rain puddle, tryin to remain lovely
But I’m a drop that wished to evaporate and tried to maintain his ugly
But this too shall pass…..
But this too shall pass…..
This too shall pass….
