Dissatisfied

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Keary Alaniz

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Thought I was inching towards the finish line
All the sudden life it became a nightmare for this wish of mine
My money good my chick is fine
Dreams of having a rap career have mystified and gripped my mind
It's sort of like a claw machine
I keep on holding on but nothing ever seems to fall to me
I'd like to think that nothing's stopping me
But I keep on having problems so I have to wind up pausing things
Noodle scratching feeling obsolete
Way too paranoid I'm thinking main stream rappers copy me
Gave my girl my best apologies
Cuz I can't always be a muffin Sweet and topped with Poppy seeds
Way too focused on this hip-hop dream
Thinking I could change the world with what I say is a bit cocky
Forget your pecking order
They can't sleep on me like they had restless leg disorder
We done bagged hotties
We don't bag bodies
Y'all just Moving wack, sloppy
Don't let that stop me
I got a bad hobby
I'm a rap zombie
Not a morning guy
I be Waking up mad groggy
Put the syrup on the pancakes
I get the chicken
Greet my fam with funky handshakes
I keep forgetting
I'm not spreading round some mayonnaise
My stuff be hitting
Your last tape was all skips
I was upset I even listened

Time is something
That you can't get back
I move discreetly in the night
Riding solo with no pack
Writing poems mic it up with
With all the tracks
The one they always
Doubted and they shitted on is back
Here to say f*ck you
I remember that time you tried to hoe me
And you acted like you didn't even know me
What was that shit all about ese
I thought you were my homie
And I was still in the midst
Of losing a broski to an OD

I've previously mentioned
Being well invested
When it comes to verbal flexing
Donned with my complexion
They simply wonder
How I conjured this perfection
Bombing since my adolescence
Never given no fucks or regretting
Working for weeks
On a new mix tape to drop
A young Chicano keep trying
Because the vibes are too strong
Hungry homies just won't give up
Stay trying to feed their family
Like they have never have before
Red lobster dashed to the door
I'm back since you asked for more
Walls all plain no cash for decor
Stay snacking for sure
Need my mind pressed on vinyl
Just for the satisfaction
Of copies harder than rhinos
Came up out of an eye sore
Hand me downs in a No Fly Zone
I wrote this song on an iPhone
Catch me if you can
Simple metaphysics
Could probably lend you a hand
Use to phrase together poetry
To get me through a jam
Made me glad I am the man
Tussled with suicidal thoughts
As an adolescent
Now I'm better than I've ever been
25 and I finally feel free
Teed enough to go after the green
Y'all hustle for gains
I bustle for peace
Don't trust the police
I muscle the beat
Straight out of your hand
Send you back to where you came from
Now stay out of my land
See I look inside myself
And I know that I am indigo
Upset with how I'm living tho
Feel so much more purpose
Than what society's selling
Starting over with the minimal
I'm in it for the ritual of stitching flows
Go ahead and call me the
Doc Ock I free flow non stop
They need those chop chop
I got pure style for ya syllabus
Warned you once before
We ain't going for that chatterbox
Flow homie you're killing us
We don't want beef
So keep your Philly sub
They call us the freezer box boys cuz
There's nobody chill as us
I came up off of ketchup
On the meatloaf
Silent generation and thrift shopping
For neat clothes
They taught us how to act civilized
Don't own a gun but
Wonderful puns I'm quick to reload

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