Word

You feel a lot, its too much to handle

You feel nothing, it’s too much to handle

You consume, reproduce, excrete and repeat.

You procreate for that’s the “right thing’ to do,

You replicate and create something that isn’t new

You revel in mediocrity 

You pull down originality

You follow the herd, you are the herd

You were always the herd

Drowning down the sounds of those who actually want to be heard,

With your constant chatter, clutter, complaints, restraints

Chaos,YOLO, FOMO commotion

With your egos, your attitude, your ignorant stutter.

Pretending to be the shit, stumbling the strut,

Fumbling the rut…

Shut Up 

Shut Up

No thank you, No one gives a Fuck! 

You 

You sleep walk through life, and you wake up a lil too late

And when you were woke, You cringed and cursed your fate 

cuz You have awoken to nothing but Hate.