Lyrics Sleepdrone / Superposition - P.O.S

Sleepdrone / Superposition

I ain’t waiting for nothing
I just show up to shine
That or don’t show at all
Sit at home and unwind
They continue they fronting
They keep ignoring the signs
Ain’t shit out there I’m hunting
Everything in its time
An it’s right now
That bright black
With a sharp tongue
And the beats crack
And he bites back
With shark teeth
And he eats that
That black blocker
That can’t stop when the coppers creep
And I don’t show up I’m trash talk
I’m fuck peace
I’m Chris Dorner I’m Doberman dirty off leash
I’m Mike Brown I’m Eric Garner I can’t breathe
We face down
Our teeth are touching the concrete
They curb stomping us
Wearing a crown in our streets
It makes the
Bullshit trivial
Gave a lot of trust and some years to
Some miserable-
Castles made of sand
Heavy hand holding shovels
And trouble man
Counts his real friends on his hook stomp
Shit, I used to spend a lotta thought on loss
I used to need for every feeling amplified too
You prol’ly learned early it’s better to be hated
And I hate whoever taught you that
I’m happy to have learned from you
Huh, same page different book (weird)
Hard feelings
Soft hearts overlooked
But not here
That whole veneer 20/20 clear
Keep my warnings out your people’s ear try to let em steer
For themselves
Water and bridges
Hurricanes and tryna rebuild visions
Pick a pain I’m sure that I got limits
But fuck it, I’ll make incisions
Till I’m dead and re-risen as energy
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Clock tickin
Keep livin
Man listen
Come on
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
I tried to write a note to everyone who came out and supported when my kidney
couldn’t clean up my poisonous blood
But I just stared at the page
And when I wrote it I felt nothing but the numbing of cliche and tasted nothing
but batteries and iron all over my tongue
Words rusted in place
And all I want is to chisel my initials into something permanent now
And raise up these damn kids and make my momma so fucking proud
And mutilate a couple crowds
(Dead)
And all I want is to make art
Keep takes
Break what they say it is
Fakes run the game
And your boy ain’t playing it
Nah, there ain’t no sense in this haze
Uh, if it’s up to me
I’ll keep the questions in my frequency and throw em often
From now until the coffin calls 'em
And I spit where ever cops be walking
You’re supposed to be happy to be alive
You’re supposed to be lucky to be alive
You’re supposed to be
If it’s up to me
The only people in the streets with guns lead communities or hunt for food they
need to fight through
Maybe peacefully.
Shit, but that’s a big maybe
There’s more than one way to skin Schrödinger's cat
Not sure what’s holding you back
There’s nothing seriously stopping us
Getting blown off the map
Yeah, tryna exist in-
Predict coming events
Visions make me dense
So fuck your two cents
Still a shoulder rub gent
Colder with resent
Fold for what it’s meant
It’s over, my man
Go eat a Xan'
You gotta prove your position
You got a new superstition
I could’a never sold dope and hustled through your position
Gimme all black weddings and an all white funeral
Ball like pendulums and I write numerals
Numbers on the boards of life and all mics shootable
Even on your frozen nights when all thighs useable
(future addiction)
I’m not an MC
What’s up, candy rappers
White talkin' keys no houses but with backwards
All these new OGs they got us moving backwards
Whole race at our knees
History in the crapper
I want the food to taste like poison
Till the poison tastes like food
I want your home to feel like prison
Till you up and hit the road
I want your job to feel like torture
Till you burn the building down
I want to raise a fucking family out the ashes of this town
I miss a quark
And my dark parts wish I didn’t
She called me buster and gutted me at the finish
And then it ended-
Only clean break ever and I love her more now prolly cause of that
In the black
I miss a writer
Who never quite took my edits
I built a pedestal taller than she could let it
And I love her more now cause of that
Infinite slack
I tied my own rope she took it back
Instead
In the red —
Balancing books and
Pre-cum promises
When love is mean enough to go where it’s not wanted and
Fuck up a good simple an sweet
Bliss
Campsite rules
Hope it’s better when you leave
Shit, I miss myself without these calluses
Only hate two and call 'em dad so the irony can cut through
I won’t be at either funeral
I don’t need to see I disrespect them gleefully and eat the pain, rage and guilt
I keep it deep in me
Release my fist
When my ashes hit the pacific and I’m infinitely swimming in the ether
Where the teachers be-
Waves
Thumbs up
Sunglasses emoji
Peace
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Clocks ticking
Keep living
Man listen
Come on
Am I trapped inside my body like it’s a burning building
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Or am I the match that lit myself on fire
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
(Like a snowflake in an avalanche)
I been waiting for nothing
This pain is nothing
I be clutching my stomach
But this, this here is nothing
Scheming on what I wanted
This pain is nothing
This pain is pumping through my veins, it’s nothing
Nothing is what I’ll take
Everything in its time
Yeah, nothing is what I’ll ask for
Everything I will make
Ready the fucking drums
Get ready to feel it shake
It’s better than being numb
And better owning mistakes
Jehu
Yank crime on ten
Scream super unison
Superposition livin' a
Dream like a hooligan
Live like
Dreams might be
Like a real life
See them react
Try to, act how it feels right
Then go
Tryna exist in superposition (Go)
Tryna exist in superposition (Go)
Tryna exist in superposition (Go)
Clocks ticking
Keep living
Man listen
Come on
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Show up to shine
Show me a sign
Show up to shine
Show me a sign