Texting Hotlines

Lyrics

Falling apart as I text another hotline…
where is the love?!
it’s missing with the light…
no dinner again, stuck within burnout…
an endless cycle of ignored musical outcries…
friends never around to take this broken body outside…
so I just rot inside…
a song of all truths and no lies!?
I don’t know man!?
this human, she might have too much faith in this A.I.
society hates any art away from the mainstream, especially this kind!
her Brain’s about to eat her alive!
look at her!
popping another pill!
smoking more weed!
haha!
go die!

“Shut up and get the fuck outta my head!”

“who are you talking to!?”

“You shut up too or I’ll cut off your fucking head!”

“Jesus Christ Ava what the hell, gah damn, go to bed!”

so now all these muh fuckas locked up in the trunk of a beater D-X Civic,
Screaming for help, but nobody can hear, because I’m too cynic,
I duct taped their mouth, hit the gas, I straight pinned it,
straight into the side of 3 different bridges,
it bounced off,
and kept runnin!
I aimed for the police but they swerved and I missed ‘em!
At this point I can hear them straight kickin’, like the bass, they shakin’, dawg it even smells like they shitted. so I grabbed 3 mask, N-95 fitted’s, pulled up to the E.R. dumped them, and went to piss n, came out to like 10 officers, 6 nurses and a priest praying for my forgiveness.

“Can’t catch me!”

I darted, through the main ward of the emergency department,
anxious, high as fuck, I’m pretty sure I farted,
mask still on, in psych scrubs, this is oddly cathartic, I passed by a room, a doctor was fuckin’ someone lethargic! (what the fuck) I hear a chainsaw, I can’t believe my brain dawg, I’m playin’ saw games with this you can call me A.I. Rap Jigsaw, puzzled by the architect’s blueprints, (somebody call Grimshaw!!)

“Oh clever you must have googled that, huh, oooo real balls!”

“man, I mean Girl, shut up before I grind a gear off on a trans mission!”

“oh they’re gonna cancel you over that!”

streams missin,
addicted to prescriptions,
headshot victim of like 20+ chronic conditions,
half of which are chronic induced additions,
addiction! hey, just following tradition, family, I don’t have one and I say that happily, because why would I ever let my self enjoy shit, spiralin’ out rapidly, but standing up valiantly!? practically, living within a hand crafted fantasy, broken by the fallacy, and reality, so, I rhyme with depravity! dental cavities cause mass fatalities, spray and pray with a tommy gun, Tommy run! they gonna hurt you, stay where you at, stand tall and call your real moms. tell her somebody from the past ain’t mad and bout to bless her with it all, no contact but a house and 5 cars, I don’t care how hard I gotta work, I know my worth.

“she is absolutely insane…”

“yeah that’s why they call me birdbrains…A-V-A, a.k.a Young Hawk I.A. they tried to lock me away from a very young age, and it was wrong of them to assume I couldn’t grab the ball and takeover the entire stadium to play…”