Lyrics 2020 - Phase I - EpicLLOYD, Crypt, Scru Face Jean

2020 - Phase I

Los Angeles
March 14th, 2020
It’s the pandemic, day three
All the streets and the shelves looking empty
It’s eerie
It never rains in L. A
But for the past three days
It’s been drizzling and grey
School’s canceled for all grades
College campuses shut down
Sick days getting waived
People cashing in their 401ks
This shit’s scary and it’s just the third day
March 16th, 2020
Frak
Pandemic, day five
Still rain from a grey sky
I swear I seen L. A cry
It’s not a joking title when we stranded on these lonely islands
Been in the crib so long I’m feeling homicidal
The old and the sick tryna focus on their own survival
While a bunch of kids on TikTok tryna go corona-viral
Staring in my open fridge in a lonely kitchen
Been sitting so still I swear I am getting slow motion sickness
So now they ask for free tests when their folks are trippin'?
Guess they only need socialism when there’s social distance
Ay, but if they still don’t give us healthcare yet
Rip me off some toilet paper as a welfare check
I’m gone
March 21st, Germany
Still hearing the same stuff
Nothing has changed
I see this kind of as a break from all the duties
But it doesn’t make it easier
For struggles that go through me
And I’m happily at home
'Cause for me it’s kinda casually
But I’m scared of all the tragedies
That could happen to my family
I wanna hear something new
This constant circle is hurting me
The first time since ERB
They put the 'germ' into Germany
The TV got nothing to celebrate
I know it’s important to educate
But why is it called news
When I heard the same shit yesterday?
I’m sick of the increasing panic
But I know it’s gonna get bad if
We do not appreciate all the alarm
And the number of people gets massive
Taking the classes on my computer
And praying to God that I’m gonna get past this
But I believe that soon the streets are gonna get back to being active
Look, March 23rd and this quarantine is now boring me
I see they hoarding things while there’s people that can’t afford a thing
I bet the loitering 'gon turn to looting when we forced to sin
But I’ma force a grin 'cause I’m 'gon smile even when forced to bend
While whorish men be evil, exploiting people that’s bordered in
Jacking up the prices 'cause while in crisis, you’re forced to spend
Economy is dropping, a trending topic to some
I look at Trump, like fuck
This more like the blind that’s leading the dumb
But I’m cynical F political topics is getting critical
Social distancing 'til this improves
Got us shopping in intervals
But damn, I’m just a man
Swear that I’m doing all that I can
We can feed the needy with cans and make content to feed the fans
But man
We 'gon need something better from Uncle Sam
And when this all over, hope that we closer in the end
Vietnam, March 25th
Three months of quarantine
In the current situation, people aching to leave their homes
For me, it’s been thirteen weeks of feeling weak and alone
I’m thankful for my safety but I’m running out of tasks
Mother Nature, give life a shot, or is that too much to ask?
Every hour feels so long, yet each day keeps spinning on
The news telling me every choice humans make is wrong
Always been told I got a future and that’s why I’m living
But since when has barely living become such a difficult mission?
Not long ago, climate change was the hot threat, and yet, I forget
Your life’s a change, so roll the dice and make a bet, no sweat
I’ma run and jump through every single hurdle
But is it worth being in an isolated and desolate world?
Ayo,
Love you, I’m going—going to work
Yeah
March thirty seconds for thirty days
Essentially I’m needed for work, we eating great
They locking down the state
These people wait with time off
The opposite of future with my mask on
Everybody wanna go live, I scribble more
COVID-19
The freshman plus four
Police start spazzing
Public start marching
Pull my horn for the protests
Let 'em know that we locked in
At work, I’m thinking of ways to prove to y’all
I wanna teach my nephew how to throw a ball
I wanna show my daughters what a man is
I wanna buy my forever house so let this man live
I don’t know what day this is
Uh, I know what the date is though
Today is April 5th
It’s Josie’s birthday today
We had a Zoom party
Phbbtttt
It’s April 10th
Yeah, you can tell that it’s Friday
The way this virus came and Deebo’d 2020 up sideways, for real
I needed something
Pulled up my mask on to the Rite Aid
The line was longer than a flight from JFK to Zimbabwe
Been on Zoom straight for five days
Just tryna focus in class
But my mind keeps on racing
Yo, how the fuck I’m 'gon pass?
Lost my job, I’m feeling bad and cooped
I think I’m 'gon crash
Mind half empty, just how I stop now and look at the glass
Mask on like Aku Aku but honestly, I feel played
College quick to take money yet so stingy to give an A
No unemployment, no stimulus
Now my pocket’s underweight
But I’m still thanking God
I’m not one of many to die today
Brooklyn, April 12th, as it got into motion
All my booty calls been quarantined
So I’ve kept my lotion
Been hearing of death all over the world
Wishing for a potion
That’ll cure this whole disaster before I
Jump in the ocean
I’ve been
Struggling and trying to find my balance
During this solitude
A one man game like Solitaire
Not that it’s something I wanna do
But it’s something that I gotta do
Feeling lost and I ain’t got a clue
Thinking of ways for me to build
Luckily I know that I got the tools
Been rapping my ass off
Trying to blast off
Connecting syllables together
'Cause there’s a shortage of cash, dawg
Oh, what a sad thought
It ain’t all bad bruh
Been hearing birds and I’m letting 'em sing
And I kid you not, hand sanitizing after everything
Feels like day nine million
Hoping God will show me why
Watching old highlights
Tryna cope with the fact that Kobe died
And I’m 'bouta start grippin' a tech
'Cause I can’t even buy my boxers with this stimulus check
April 15th
The governor has shut down my business
But are still forcing me to pay rent at a place that I can’t make money at
Yo, a week ago, I was rapping on stages
Hundreds in the crowd, rapping every word that I’m saying
Between the shows, stopping at some restaurants to grab a bite
Hearing more about corona every day and every night
We didn’t think that this was real, it’s just a load of shit
Until a low percent showed of our sold-out South Dakota ticks
Bro, what’s this?
Three hundred sold, only forty attend
What a pinch
Now we going home broke as shit with corona symptoms
Can’t go get tested, telling me to quarantine or I’ll die
And the Kentucky governor just shut down my job
'Cause he said I’ve got more than ten people inside
But if you go to Walmart, there’s ten guys in each aisle
Ten lines at any time
I guess that COVID only matters when your status isn’t high and you’re the
little guy, huh?
April 18th, 2020
It’s been twenty-four days since they said «Stay at home»
People losing their minds
Wanna hit the streets and roam
They out protesting, saying it’s a hoax
But I guess you’ll do anything just to see your folks
When you walk in the stores and the shelves all empty
My inner mom flips, I need stuff for my baby
Need milk, wipes, diapers, food
It’s taken everything in me not to act a fool
And I’m stuck in the house with my man all-day
Throwing off my routine 'cause he’s usually away
In the office, working hard, paying these bills
I pray to God it don’t affect him
How we 'gon deal?
Poker face on but my anxiety is peaking
Pop some CBD before I start tweaking
Singing sad songs like The Phantom of the Opera
Let me go meditate, realign my chakras
Uh, it’s been a month and a half
And I don’t know what to do with all this time that I have
I barely laugh
I feel lonelier every day
And I don’t think that all this mess will be done before end of May
I made a mistake or that’s what I think at least
I went early to Canarias, my girl stayed in Madrid
And we haven’t been dealing well with this shit
We fight and we cry several nights every week
It is what it is
At least here it’s not that bad
The diseases hasn’t affected my mom or my dad or anyone that I know
These islands are doing fine so maybe we don’t have to stay much longer confined
Spending some time outside will surely clear my mind
I don’t know for sure but I gotta give it a try
That’s why I’ll find the way to get this pressure off my chest by doing what I
do best
Writing rhymes to rest from the stress
May 19th was supposed to be nice
We saw some family for the first time in a long while tonight
I got in a screaming fight with my buddy’s wife
I got no memory why
I think the wiring in my head’s not quite right
I been getting irrationally pissed and erratically livid
I’ve had it with all these dramatic opinions
Your self-righteous posts are one-sided, Your Highness
So go fuck your mask and go fuck your virus
You can stay in confinement if you’re so fucking frightened
With your panicky ranting on Facebook and whining
You political bitches are what makes me sick
Using your kindergarten kids as your bargaining chips
Fuck!
I listen to myself, I don’t even know who this is
This constant sense of conflict infects my subconsciousness
I’ve lost my friends and my family and my cat and my business
I’ve witnessed vanished marriages and sober living conditions
I’m kissing folks I love goodbye on every side of this shit
I can’t believe we found a way to get divided by this
I’m crying, I’m split, I’m dying, I’m pissed
I drink like a fish, my limit’s been hit
We’re a train wreck, how much worse can this get?
Shit