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decuma - telephone. كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
you can only find my true self in the lyrics
every victory pyrrhic
i tried to prove my importance empirically but i fear its made a logic loop
no, we can’t converse, cause i really speak ebonics
my example of a black man will never be clarence thomas
i’m not c_cky when i tell you that there’s no god above me

[chorus]
what a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death
i brushed my corpse in gold fleck and called it the ubermensch
i’m aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can’t say no
philosophy became an complicated game of telephone
we all talk, we all lose
[verse 2]
dialect like ayurvedic medicine
buy my fight for enlightenment in a vinyl set
crying incited excitement from enemies
inviting their spiteful eye
why does violence end in violence?
y’all ain’t seen vile yet
identity is detritus piling by the lions den
daniel’s bones scattered turned to catalytic converters
detroit has the most talented crackheads, i’ve heard
a forest will bloom from the bridges i’ve burned
we’ll all return to ash, the earth is an urn
i balance emotion like a single mother’s schedule
cycle of abuse perpetuated since america’s bicentennial
i can’t tell if the trauma is the reason i’m as_xual
but i get f_cked by others enough for all of us
they taught the shooters no child left behind and they took it to heart
bystanders watch as everything falls apart
the revolution’s a special on hallmark
watch the crackers clap like a plane’s landing
it’s amazing how fast fame will split your fam
n_ggas dying for attention, i didn’t hang them, i just tied the rope
where there’s fire, there’s smoke
the night sky’s covered in billows
capitalist says morality is encumbering until their face to face with that gat loaded in front of them, demanding their racks before they blow and unload vital organs onto the floor
where there’s smoke, there’s fire, don’t think i don’t know why you rely on drugs to make you feel at home
[chorus]
what a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death
i brushed my corpse in gold fleck and i called it the ubermensch
i’m aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can’t say no
philosophy became a complicated game of telephone
we all talk, we all lose

[verse 3]
i told him my name and he still called me n_gga instead
do not tempt me, i’m a man of contempt
and a man of my word, my sense of pattern recognition absurd
watching history repeat itself knowing you n_ggas never learn
dope fiends need dopamine like me, my g
we both be seeing pipe dreams, you know what i mean?
it’s a holy trinity;
s_x, trauma, and power
akin to divinity
infinitely complicating everything
i do not_
abandoned her sense of self just to hear that she’s a good girl
he chokes her to be a strong man
i had to ask my m_s_ch_st friend if they associate pleasure with shame, and therefore, pleasure with pain
a self defeatist begging to be humiliated
the exhibitionist begging to be appreciated, or was abused as a child and thought that that’d alleviate it
the dom that’s hoping their weakness will be depreciated
patience emaciated, lost vagrants
i wonder if pedophiles like the kids or their weakness
cowards searching for power found it in the flowered
floundered like addicts itching for powder, for power
hours and hours, feeling weak and alone in their showers
let them burn inside their tenements!
sorry for my anger, i just don’t believe in innocence
i’m not romantic enough to not believe in coincidence
yeah, i’ll tell you the truth but it’ll be with due hesitance
no i’ll never trust you cause n_ggas don’t do diligence
my brother told me the spirit is defined by its attempts to cement its own existence
the pain grounds him, but i’m buried in it
the fetishiziation of suffering only exists for the privileged
i’m privy to our dissonance
it’s hard to be sharp when you’re a sea of emotions, in our catharsis, we’ve never been closer
you worship it since it’s limited, for us it’s infinite
distance diminishing in an instant
you told me death isn’t the finish
indebted to friends and listeners, interconnected living means an existence with effort is everything
everybody’s somebody’s everything, take a chance
the rapper’s in a house of glass and can’t stand the passing glances
[chorus]
the foundation of existentialism is souldeath
i brushed my corpse in gold fleck, and i called it the ubermensch

[verse 4]
trauma’s to be interpreted
it’s plain to see that we’re experiencing turbulence
action is the manifestation of words and vice versa
your slice of life burned by the fire inside, the anxiety residing in the mind
and y’all gone tell me about me? i was a kid
there’s a little boy in me that y’all don’t want me to forgive
but there’s a man in me that needs it, so something’s gone have to give
and this time, it’s gonna be you. i want the will to live

[chorus]
the foundation of reinvention is death
i brushed my corpse in gold fleck, and i called it the ubermensch
i’m aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, i can’t say yes
philosophy became a complicated game of telephone, we’ve all lost, we’ve all bled

if it’s all been misinterpreted
maybe things will be different in another life

- decuma

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