[Lyric] Dropout Tendencies (Ghais Guevara)

You ain't’t gang
You suspect by coincidence
Torture of a opp be a different
Type of mellifluous
Torture of the heart and the body
And soul continuous
Seasonal depression he
Feelin like he deciduous
Disputatious versus destiny
I couldn’t stop
The blade traces the nile that
Flows under the watch
Residue under acrylics
Voices in my stomach do the talkin
Anytime we get to bitchin bout polemics
Niggas hearin thru the grapevine
The translation be inaccurate
The misinformation feel like
A hate crime
Dead the dialogue and decolonize
Another one died
In the future do it at the same damn
Time
Niggas hearin thru the grapevine
The manuscript inaccurate
We do it again and again and
Waste lives
Thought the rhythm of the
Revolution was my verses
But it really be the rhythm
Of bodies fallin in hearses
knock knock knock knock knock
What the fuck is that
Sound of a couple of homies
You’ll never get back
I’m the Wilder son of niggas that
Lost the vision
Self depreciated bodies
Like we afropessimistic
Dead by 25 or do 25 years in prison
Soledad said go out swingin
But i thought that was a given
Only strife brings attunement
Bloody noses and buttered noodles
I done recognized the source of
My refusal
I done let blood become feudal
Bloodlettin the demons seem to
Be the only method of removal

Company of the lowest preferable to
My own
Dappin up the devils
I couldn’t do it alone
Everything they told me bout
Purgatory a lie
Viva Revolution
I fight for where i reside