Americano

I was bold, wild, and reckless
As a child asking questions
For a while
Till I followed mass suggestions
My essence is dependent upon
Pills in a bottle cheap thrills and bravado Big bills and Americano
Role models
Like the Donald
Comon’ though
What do I know?
This life is staccato
We might not get to live it twice
Let alone stay alive to rise tomorrow So might as well roll the dice
While we got time to borrow
Fuck the rules
The grownups suck at running shit
They’ll blow us up with nukes
To prove how powerful the dude
behind the button is
Trusting criminals and fools
to fix our governments
Democrats republicans
Bunch a fucking puppets in
a masterpiece
Hope that you atleast half agree
Something fishy’s going on
Behind the scenes
If you were asking me
The smarter our machines
The harder it’ll be for everybody
With no harvard degree
These times are much darker than they seem These times are much darker than they seem These times are much darker than they seem Or maybe all along
The fear monger was me
I was young, free, and almost 23
When I wrote this chasing dreams
Under Walt Disney’s hypnosis
You can be who you want to be
With technology
You don’t even have to talk to be
sponsored or noticed
All I need is copious
Amounts of marijuana
To focus a bad bitch
Who only wants to smoke
And sit on top of me
My opponents are the ones
That I let get the closest
Isn’t drugs, sex, and bogus
What you expect?
From American poets?
The truth is dead and you know it
Don’t sugarcoat it
We’re so fucked up in the heads
That we forget the present moment Hopeless with our noses
Pressing up against the screen
The systems broken
These times are much
Darker than they seem