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I try to calculate derivatives of pain
Because it’s flat and constant
And with respect to time
My hope is down on the 4th quadrant
I’m cursed by my perceptions skills
Developed strongly and real deep
By institutions, theories, education process
I admit it, leaving the hood
At first seemed kinda non-sense
But they say strangeness is the first step
Towards massive progress
Still a lost nigga seeking broad vision
Precisely making decisions
Over calculations, graphs and profit
In fact, I profit off some conscious choices from the past
Pursuing dreams and aspirations
How long will it last?
College educated nigga, a slave of the system
Pimped by dollar bills
Straight making my masters richer and richer
My rhymes are rigid solid
Got substance but they won’t last
Y’all be sippin on modernity
Like Zygmunt Bauman said
As matter of fact, principles liquid
Like a shot of henny
Sip after sip changing perspectives
Till the bottle is empty
You stand for causes from the heart
Or cause it’s cool and trendy?
Your purpose meaningful and bright
Or you’re tryna just fit in?
Words out your mouth are for the clout
Or you got some commitment?
Shoot for the stars
Or for the likes and views
Your true fulfillment
Comprehension of the matter: being true to self
Cause all those shots of henny’s detrimental to your health
Kinetically, energy is relative to speed squared
Nigga, in life it’s relative
Same energy you put out
That’s you get back
You know where you wanna go
But you can’t find your way (find your way)
If life is about a dream
Then don’t let them go astray (go astray)
If I could just be honest
Sometimes dreams fade away
But reality is staring at you (staring at you, right in your)