[Nemesiidae]
Such a beautiful girl, which was how it began
When I was throwin out my equipment
Out of the porch, see another shipment
Of some shit bills, can’t even see the dimwit
That delivered it, but here’s this chick—
She’s out the way of the street, I’m like
“Hey can we meet?”
She says, “What’s in the bag?”
Some talent I wish I hadn’t had... cause rap doesn’t pay any bills
And cash doesn’t wait on your feels, now I gotta concentrate on my meals
“So that’s why you look faded and ill?” she asks me
“Yeah, just avoided catastrophe
Now let me take you on a date, and we can ditch this rap scene”
So it’s a few weeks later, we goin real steady
The flow in me eddied; feel like a moment of remedy
She seems to be the potion of many
Good feelings, glad I ditched the notion of pedigree
I had with rappin, now what’s happenin
Is this love and comfort I never had back then
And when lookin at her, I get a little inspired
To put pen to paper and write for
Days at a time, rhyme which is now an eyesore
But I gave up the rap game, what else did I get the prize for?
It so works, it so works, this chick is so perf
Our relationship no longer covert
I met her family, not Amity but Kosher
And now for four months been rap-free, sober
It would seem the bad things ignore us
These four months are a toast much
To the finer things, and I am seein
How much life can be at peace and ease
With a girl at my side, thoughts of Degrees
And settling, on my knees I’m set to think
Geez, she’s seen a ring
We married; move in a minute to Maine
Merry we flew in a plane
Sharing our food, entertained
Very amused with the Gar, Busey
In their movie, we stared duly, ensnared truly
She looks so pretty, hair unruly
Thinkin our honeymoon bout to be expensive
Cher’s jewelry, but it’s bare foolery
To say I wouldn’t do anything for this girl
I look out the window, thinkin I adore this girl
And how much I’d like to explore this world
With her by my side of course
We’re in this plane goin up and up and up (but the glide is forced)
We got our kid growin up, name of Georgie
Got a hella successful life, that’s what the Porsche means
We’re still livin well, 30 years away from morphine
That livin hell, is not for dreams
And he’s got his own kid now too
He’s hella rich now too, picks out rules
I’m really in love with my wife and thinkin the summit is nice
(fuck it the price, although we plummet from flight)
We’re mostly house-ridden, in middle age
Bein with your spouse is given
I don’t go to bars or nothin, cause I don’t pounce on women
I don’t ever count digits
Yea I definitely denounce that livin
We’re in rockin chairs, gray spottin hairs
Back slouchin, look in the mirror and see a hobbit there
Last night saw my vomit clear, solemn stare
Meanwhile I sob at pairs that are robbin lairs
Thugs out on the streets are pretty fuckin brutal
Those hoodlums want to become somethin
They should have settled down and done somethin
Like I did, I wish, I made the same decisions yeah I’m glad
And now my wife and I are in the same bed always
With the same IVs in our veins
Looks like Jes' and God sayin
My past is far away, and I can’t relive it
I’m kinda on the verge of death, if that ain’t inspiration enough
I don’t know if I’ll have any nerve left
I gave up my microphone
Said my girl made me so happy that I could leave the mic alone
And also gone is my notepad, the woe’s bad
But I was always successful, guess that’s so rad
I can’t find a pen, and I’m on my deathbed
Is this really the end, what haven’t I left said?
I turn over my wife is gone, that HR monitor says my life is bombed
And she’s cold and I’m alone in this hospital
And I went 70 fuckin years thinkin life was phenomenal
I gave up my fuckin probable prodigal, my pot of gold
To afford a more coffin-closed hobbit hole
And now I’m on my dose, my harm is close
Thinkin bout my life fallin down like Dominos
I wish I could, rap my pain away
Sad my brain won’t break, half-insane awake
Tryna write down my feelings cause there’s casualties at stake
But I advocated scraping the slate, huh
Cry for me, my art is gone, no struggle
But I got an iPhone see
My wife is lost, I fumble with the white old sheets
I was so humble to ditch the typo scene
Lookin back, Bill I sympathize yo dream
You gave up so you wouldn’t hafta fight for green
Let’s settle down, ditch the rap, is what my wife told me
We lived long so we could die slowly
