the lack of rarity of precarity’s scaring me
absence is so glaring obvious
envious of benefits of family homes
feeling alone
stay tryna find a better way to meditate than staying up hella late using uber eats instead of dinner plates
everyday i defenestrate idle degenerates who fly into my living space
acknowledge forgotten doubts i got like thomas
hole in the hands apart from the fingertips that rip through the fabric of time when i get high
just to pass the time when it gets too much
and the lack of rarity of this precarity scary see
and its glaring obvious that chit wont take care of it
message on the terrain reads beware of the flics
who like tics
sit
and
suck the lifeblood out of a city hit by pandemic
struggling to fight habits endemic
a true necropolics
the market square a relic
there’s queues instead of bustle
it’s hard to jostle 1 metre apart
apart from à partir du franprix
nothing left to eat but lardons and corn beef
and this lack of rarity of precarity’s scaring me
wake up in an empty house
like damn
this life a bitch
just hope she let me down gently
blood spills in the bathtub theres only sounds of laughter and thoughts of the thereafter
tryna barter with death but this a one track universe double stacked in tin foil head wraps
so i stay walking
cautious, nauseous
boredoms chorus sings in my ears
stay hustling
buming cigs from the boro men
in the name really
clearly zero sum games we play
pay pals in cash
all the same when the paper means nothing
but these experiences are everything
these times we live are heaven sent
still hell bent on destroying whats left of god texts when i got no rizla
cos some days the pain gets too much
the fade quick to crunch big dreams into small talk
and the lack of rarity of precarity’s scaring me