Hikikomori - Rav

We’re all programmed, but I’m bugged, my engineering was at fail

Put out there to my life the way broken toys still go on sale

We’re machines, when we break we call it sorrow

I’ll try fixing myself tonight, then back to work tomorrow

Back to work only a week after my friends died

Go back to sleep 'cause that’s the only way to clear my mind

These beats help me release my thoughts through these rhymes

Through music, even if I die, I can span time

Still trying to understand why nobody moving forward

All these people just stand in line

They tell you, «Straighten up, get a job, work all the damn time

Hide emotions behind a suit and tie, everything else a damn crime»

If I work, it’s gonna be for something, I’m working towards something,

so my niggas can look forward to something

You spend all your time hating something

I rather make something while I’m living, instead of dying for nothing

Give a fuck if you my friend or my cousin

Only trust can make you fam, fakes a dime-a-dozen

But I’m just saying what can I gain from one-sided discussions

Releasing raw thoughts as rhymes caught between my mind

So much for nothing

I’m trying to fit in with everybody else but they’re better

They do shit without the effort, they got all their shit together

Or they don’t, whatever, my endeavors forever to move

With no pattern, it don’t matter in whatever I do

As they march all together in the morning going to work

In the evening, it’s the clubs and alcohol on their shirts

I’m just standing in the middle trying to figure it out

Or trying to render different visuals as I sit on the couch

I can feel it, a divergence in the way that I run

And I could break the mirrored walls any day that I want

But I sit and I watch, man, I’m so sick of this Earth

I’m so split, out of touch.

Goddammit, living is dirt

Addicted to the drugs, both the victims and the thugs

Yeah, the businessmen and politicians living without love

I shan’t follow them, I’m now to infinity, motherfuckers

Mock me as a model, but you can’t get rid of me, motherfuckers