[Intro: The Middle Class Vandal]

You know who it is
Comin' at you again in 23
Thought I'd kick a little interlude before I proceed


[Verse 1: The Middle Class Vandal]

I've been tryna play Russian roulette with a shotgun
Quit putting it off, it's time to get a lot done
Catchin' no sleep, I've been resistin' arrest (A rest)
I can't stop thinkin' bout the people I failed, I wish 'em the best
Thoughts festered in my mind, snuck up on me from my blind side
I had to move on, put 2020 in my hindsight
But lately I've been feelin' like I can't not loose
Stress has been makin' my chest tight, tighter than I can knot a noose
I kinda wanna go out sippin' on cyanide
Cuz I've been loosin' myself, I couldn't tell you when I died insidе
Runnin' from my problems didn't work so I've been tryna hide
Imaginе me livin' a fruitful life and ridin' high
I had dreams but gave 'em up cuz I was street struck
Runnin' 'cross a bed of hot coals and got my feet stuck
The pattern repeats, I gotta live in defeat but
I won't be livin' long when I hear my own heat buck
I got voices in my head, I've been usin' music to drown 'em out
I thought I was movin' forward, I guess I'm at a round about
My minds a back seat driver and now I'm flippin' a bitch
I keep a nine with 2 things, and that's a clip and a switch
I'll turn it on myself, hold the grip and then pinch
What ever come first, cuz I'm equipped for a lynch
It ain't capital murder, if I'm only takin' my life
I'm a cut throat, literally, breakin' my knife
Cuz I got Suicidal Thoughts like Biggie, ready to die
I can't be takin' pills to help me, it'd be deadly to try
I know we all got demons, I probably know what you carry
I wish y'all knew I'm not writin' lyrics, I'm writin' my obituary

[Interlude: The Middle Class Vandal]

In the name of God, the infinitely Compassionate and Merciful
Praise be to Allah, Lord of all the worlds
The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Master on the Day of Recompense
You alone do we worship, and You alone do we ask for help
Guide us on the straight path
The path of those who You have bestowed favor, not of those who have evoked anger or of those who are astray


[Verse 2: The Middle Class Vandal]

I told my homie "I've accepted my fate of death"
Every time I tell him what's been goin' on in my head he's faint of breath
I live my life upon a lie cuz they can't handle the truth
Can't even open up so they can help the Vandal improve
But when a part of me dies some self-improvement is born
I'm self-taught, I taught myself how to stealthily move in this foreign
Wasteland
Used to keep a Mac in my waistband
All I needed was space to catch my pace In this place man
Ain't no wrong place, in the wrong time, get the scenario right
I'm a statistic and a stereotype
My parents told me not to fit into a category
I won't live a sadder story
Of Death In Dishonor, but in that of glory
Almost forgot, I gotta stay to the script
So I'll be smokin' cigarettes all the way to the tip
Comin' to grips with reality but the state of my grip
Could never handle all the weight, I'mma slip
(Fuck)
Fuck Newtons law "what goes up must come down"
I'll never be a slump dog millionaire because I'm slum bound
Instead of trying to allocate
I'm smokin' till I salivate
I'm havin' fun for now while my rich lifestyle awaits
Now for more metaphors about the laws of physics
I'mma spit some word play, I promise it's all simplistic
What goes around, comes around in a perpetual motion
Karma caught me red-handed, never catch a promotion
But I've accepted that life'll never get better for me
It's only fair and that's the truth, not a metaphor G
In terms of effort I never paid in full, not even half the amount
People that used to look up to me probably laugh at me now

[Outro: The Middle Class Vandal]

They probably laugh at me now
Like look who's laughing now