Burgundy

I'm just tryna vent a little bit of hope
It's in jest that every single second gets
Me closer to death i'm trying to relax
I'm tryna focus my breath
I hope the doc doesn't up my dosage

Today I got so fucking angry
At this stupid life my 3 year old son asked
Me what school was like
At first I didn't think much of it
Till' I started to explain it
Conversation turned so rugged
I was like "it's lots of fun
Lots of teachers, lots of books
Lots of playgrounds you can run, you can
Paint, color, read, learn, recess in the sun
And by the way, one day
One of your classmates might stroll
In with a gun
Shoot at you, shoot at your friends
And kill himself"
I'm not tryna be a nihilist, just being real
How are parents in America
Supposed to really feel
When tryna get your kid an education
Just might get 'em killed
Frightened by the doom
So we fly 'em to the moon
Never let 'em play outside
We just hide 'em in their rooms
Like "sorry son
Daddy's just fallen for the scare tactics
Here's an iPad, stare at it forever"

It's saturday
And there's no chance I'm going out tonight
What are you crazy? I'm sittin'
On the couch tonight
There's no way I'm gonna get in the car
And go and hang around a bunch
Of drunk kids at a bar
The last time I went, I just wasn't prepared
The vibe in the air had me genuinely scared
I mean, dudes are buff, dudes are mean
Dudes are angry
I held the door open for one
He didn't thank me
He was showin' off his biceps
He could prolly bench two eighty five
For 8 or nine reps
He had me feelin' kinda bitch made
When 50 Cent first came out
He was prolly in the fifth grade
When he was playin' truth or dare
I was buyin' product so I
Wouldn't lose my hair
But I did, I sure the fuck did
And now I feel inadequate around a punk kid
Damn!

So that's all life is huh?
Every six months go see a new supehero movie
Work a fuckin' horrible job that you hate
Get married to someone you're
Sexually attracted to
Only to never have sex with them
Again once the kids are born really?

I'm tryna find what my purpose is for
But I spent the last hour
At the furniture store
Tryin' to locate a god
Damn burgundy floor mat
That we can put where
The bathroom floor's at
For the last six months I've had a sore back
I used to feel, but inside I felt a cord snap
I used to have a big red heart
But now I got a big brown
Pile where a horse shat
I used to have a nice young face
But now I got a mask that
Always changes like I'm Rorschach
I used to want a Porsche
Instead I had a family
So now I'm tryin' to locate
Where my Ford's at
Sittin' in the home depot parkin' lot
Humid outside, august night, dark and hot
The moon is beautiful this evening it's rare
But honestly, I don't even think that I care
Fuck the moon