Schama Noel Thoughts Of A Loner, Pt. 2
Schama Noel:
This is a song for the kid with the scars on his wrist - self inflicted
This is a bar for the guy at the bar who drinks away his liver, 40 with no children
Heart is in a prison
Disarm the alarms & kill the guards to get in
Love is an illusion
Because you can lose it as soon as you get it
What kind of game is this?
This is a rap for the miscellaneous
The dreamers, society say you can't be it
The thinkers, anxiety won't let you speak it
To existence
You scared of assistance
Your faith in humanity's missing
I don't blame you at all, it's just
The state of this world needs your brilliance
Everybody gets laughed at
World is cruel, world is abstract
You had someone love you unconditionally?
Wow never had that...
How does that feel like & would you ever trade it?
To have the love you exert to someone else be reciprocated?
You can deny it don't care what you say
We all want love at the end of the day
The force that keeps our entire world in place
Despite your gender, your religion, your faith
Thoughts of a Loner
It's Schama writing in the dark with a box of Coronas
Or possibly blue moons, those are my favorite
Toast to the women who left hearts on pavements
And messages on read
I'll get right back to you she said
I'll get right back to you she said
You know what happened next
Nothing happened next
Hopeless romantic at its best
Soaking emotion on these canvases
Born in this world with no advantages
Sorry if it sounds like I'm rambling
When there's kids that's starving to death
Mamas & fathers in debt
And here I am venting about a potential wifey & I hate that I now have to call her my ex
This is my life it's not part of a flex
If I'm lying, lightning strike where I stand
If I'm flying, it's unlikely I land
Autopilot to another realm because this world is a scam