Good Mourning Lyrics

Yo, modern life is a hustle

No time for reflection

You've gotta make money so you can save for a section

All people turn away at emotional detection

As they don't have a sweet tooth and memories are confection

Protection from the big world is all we need

So when we leave school we've no clue for corporate greed

But no matter, they'll thrust us in they will indeed

To places so mind-numbing that our brains can't feed

We're a fruit, they're a hand, and they crush until we bleed

And everything we ever loved flows away in a stream

I'm gonna die out here, just from running out of steam

What happened to the human race being a team?

Life's short so there isn't time for one dull day

But I know people who live in them more than twice my age

I'd give this all up for just one single chance on a stage

To show the people that I'm different and embrace my ways

I don't care for these cameras, doors, light switches

Someone else do it please, my creative bone itches

I've gotta scratch that before it goes away forever

And I'm stuck here and am left to chase my dreams, huh? Never

Don't think I'm clever, I'm just complaining in rhyme

Cause I'm not man enough to do my fifty years of my time

If others can, why can't I, society tells me to do it

Get back in line, everybody else has had to go through it

Not even friends care 'cause now they're just like them

A little time passed and now I'll never see them again

I'm only nineteen but my world is older

Every damn day it's like I'm tryna curl a boulder

No soldier I don't want your words get off my shoulder

I'm flexible but refuse to use the cast that they mold you with

I'm me and never them how many times have I told you, kid

Couldn't give one crap if your trims were golder, bitch

Good Mourning, good afternoon, goodnight

Fuck your demands for my life

Good Mourning, good afternoon, goodnight

Fuck your demands for my life

I'm in the mourning for the life that I once did live

It was fun 'till the day I stopped being a kid

And I'm in mourning for the people that to me are long gone

If you knew me put your hands up when you hear this song

I'm in mourning for the world and all it's selfish ways

The only influence to live is how much it pays

I'm in mourning for the people that are sleeping in cars

I hope they find the inspiration from within these bars

I'm in mourning for the fact that I'll never belong

And I've accepted it but the pain will, never be gone

I'm not like you, my cue comes from the pen

Hope I inspire you, rile you just to live again

'cause life ain't shit, ain't this, listen to me man

If you don't get it right now you'll never understand

Since day 1 slaving's never been a part of the plan

Who wants to grow up just to become a company man?

I've never known what it's like to truly be dead broke

So when I say fuck money most see it as a joke

But this endless grind for loose ends is making me choke

Dollar constrictor round my neck and that bone's almost broke

The world says I need it

So who am I to disagree

No-one cares what you think you're just a newborn seed

So I guess I'm in mourning that they just won't feed

The addiction that they all have to thoughtless greed, nah

So that rap you just heard I wrote five years ago in 2017

On this piece of paper right here

It's one of the first verses I ever wrote

And I came back to it today 'cause I was digging through all my papers and found it

And I'm kinda blown away by it really

I had no mic, I had no beats, I had nothing

Just, passion