Lyrics K.A.A.N. – Transcendental Meditation
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I hate the man that I am and the person I’m becoming
Slit wrists, blood drips
My pain is dissipating from it
Running the direction where my problem stands opposite
I wasn’t blessed with confidence
This poetry is common sense
Edgar Allan Poe i compose in a southern continent
I’m giving you the gospel and apostle never contradicts
Thinking ’bout my life than silencing the voice of Stevie Nicks
Why talk about attempted suicides
Nobody gives a shit
Losing my sanity is the price that I’m paying for this gift
And as I reminisce on my youth, glorious ignorance
My loss of innocence is beauty in that shit with innocence
Bitch I’m baring my soul
My goal isn’t the dividends
And all my shit is personal
My life is in this sentence
So while you hustle for wealth I be praying for repentance
My brain stuck in the nineties
I’m bumping Alanis Morissette
Contours like corsets
As dangerous as raw sex
You stuck withing this vortex
I’m flowing like running faucets
Forgive me for my etiquette
I defecate with predicates
Fuck public opinion
I don’t care what the consensus is
And adequate
On the edge of the catalyst
My view is cinematic
Anticlimactic like Cobain found slain up in his attic
A double barrel shotgun found next to his body
There’s imagery in this symphony
Pain in my delivery
Just get it over with
I know you take your life timidly
So what’s the point of living if you’re just living a misery
Your finger is on the trigger
I’m suggesting that you pull it
Hopefully you’ll find a little peace of mind in the bullet
I put emphasis on my cadence
A catatonic accomplishment
The sacrificial rape of this art form is abolished
The complexion certain sections slicing like circumcisions
Collections of disenfranchised , minds and retrospection
Juxtapose this position, hope you hear it clearer
Put the barrel to my head as I’m reflecting in the mirror
Contemplating on the thoughts that been running through my mind
I got 51 seconds, I’m tired of wasting my time
I’m obsessing over death like a fucking necrophiliac
I’m hypochondriac the contractual abstraction
My affliction is benediction
Avoiding the deposition
A derelict predicting the eulogy and bereavement
Man I’m trynna take my life asthough im barely even breathin’
And praying over the bible as I’m searching for a reason
It’s the lost of my religion
I just hope that I’m forgiven
