III. CRISIS (feat. Møøkie the Magician) [Remastered]

All work no play makes Logan a dull boy All play no work makes Logan's life worse Small taste of joy when buying that new toy But the high wears off and the feeling will disperse Then it's back to the lows, how low can you go? A bottomless pit of meaninglessness When I ponder on our feeble existence Feeling resistance, emotionally distant This self reflection on direction Got me up all night, never get enough rest Never learn my lesson, always stressing Life feels like an impossible test Are there some just destined to lose To balance out the ones who always seem to win? No matter how they try or what they might do Am I one of the few or just a few? Everybody got bills, got problems Everybody's got different ways to solve them But nobody's got answers to the real questions Like why the Hell we even exist? Nobody gives a shit They just wanna fuck, eat, sleep, repeat And make money to live All meanwhile I'm caught in denial Going through an existential crisis Trapped like a rat in the maze But I'm more like a bat with a blasphemous rage 'Cause I run with the night, getting tapped by the Jakes And the fact that they strike, then I'm slapped in a cage I'm black, the reaction is race But it's me versus me on the track when I pace Now I feel when I lack then I daze And the me that they see only raps on the page My only strap is the brain and the hatchet I pack at the back of the stage My sickness attacks when I say If I'm pissed then it's wrap on the day Bark then I bite with a Dracula face Try resisting existing, I scratch at the gate Exiled in the void with a bag of the hate Let 'em deep inside call it 'Land of the Lakes' Everybody got bills, got problems Everybody's got different ways to solve them But nobody's got answers to the real questions Like why the Hell we even exist? Nobody gives a shit They just wanna fuck, eat, sleep, repeat And make money to live All meanwhile I'm caught in denial Going through an existential crisis What's my purpose? Is it worth it? Is there truth or only lies? Why do we dream and need to sleep? What does it mean to be alive? Don't wanna live but don't wanna die Don't wanna give up but don't wanna try Is it reincarnation or an afterlife? I've been thinking much past this life Why do bad things happen to good people While the evil run around with no consequence? What is good or bad? What is right or wrong? My parents used to say 'use your common sense' But what is common sense When the whole entire world makes no goddamn sense? These questions so perplexing, leaves me incensed That I won't know the answers until I'm dead, or even then The concept of a soul is so terrifying Trapped inside a body on a planet that's dying What if we were never supposed to even exist? What if we are Mother Earth's bastard kid? And she's been trying to erase her greatest mistake By eradicating the human race Decomposing as I speak, technically zombie Walking amongst the dead rotting flesh bodies Everybody got bills, got problems Everybody's got different ways to solve them But nobody's got answers to the real questions Like why the Hell we even exist? Nobody gives a shit They just wanna fuck, eat, sleep, repeat And make money to live All meanwhile I'm caught in denial Going through an existential crisis