Grafikal and Nathan Slimm-Destroying Our Own Design

~:Grafikal:~


The problem we face is us, morals we turned to dust,
Solutions we don?t discuss, rural scapes we began to rust
Cities we built to stand, now falling and turning rough
Divided we all will fall, when will someone just say enough?

Girls will sleep with a man just as soon as she blinks at him,
Want to marry him? Nah, now her past is just blank, fathom.
Working single mothers, children being raised by brothers,
Cause their fathers couldn?t stand to be a man so he blew cover

For all the young cats acting G, they're all fractions of casualties
Factions of fake rats, combative, just to see whose badder, see.
They fight with their women, and don?t see it as battery
None of yall are pimps, you just practicing flattery

Or listen, you could be assed out with teeth missin,
lookin for a soup kitchen, or a dry box to live in,
The water in your clothes hardens up and starts to glisten,
And when dead, who the fucc would really miss him.

You could be hustlin, sellin a product to get food, best move?
It?ll get you, keep it moving like I never met you, regret dude.
Where you gonna be when your rival wets you, takes your rental
One more in the temple before rescue, comes with the chest tube.

Does it take lyrics to get your attention? Or did I just fail to mention that this tension is almost done stretchin, this world just turned wretched, it?s destroyed.......




Its our fault that we wrecced it.........


I'll let nate guide the directive......







~:Nathan Slimm:~


thru clouded spectacles -fallacized and technical
full of glass floors and those above dont respect you
nothing protect's you --some will detest you and ingest you
corrupt and stress you- press you past depressed dude

it's a mess cause now crews pop caps at each other
not toss daps at they brother- they wanna clap a muthafucka

far from a sucka I see good shit too
the sky at sunset blue- takin my kids to the zoo
hittin' foot locker for pair a brand new shoes
Kyr'on first steps - Jadyn's first day of school
dont say im a fool when im flippin sentimental
somedays the beats aint right -I dont rock other's instrumentals
then it's downhill from there it CANT be all so simple

atheletes and rappers locked up over bimbos
planes crashin' like cymbals outlook is so dismal
stomach upset -no kinda tums or pepto bismol
butterflies in my stomach- feel like they wearin timbos
Livin my lifetime in Limbo trying to watch for symbols
ike Beowulf and Grendel the world never loses tempo
society's swoll -about to burst like a pimple
seven headed beast with man blood on his dentals
third eyes been open now connect em to your mental