American Nightmare

He woke up and wished he was asleep again The day he settled down was the day he left the keys in ignition Dated the creepiest women, but that's another beast in his britches Don't you see epiphanies in your image? Ooh, man... fuck a reflection Clean your dirty mouth and study the set list Go through your tasks with manual attention Your life's all organized, this shit is heaven Feels so good to be alive, let's be honest here You're just a stick in the mud, there's no artist there You don't have charisma or drive To make a product yield all the profits in the blink of an eye His life is cornier than a maze up in suburbia He listens to the radio and reads about Ocasio's policies Politics are an inner anomaly Feed the birds the bread and his thoughts on the economy That's my American nightmare Wonderin' if there's anyone who might care And the answer is probably not The caveat to normalcy is awfully wrought Should've changed with the times like his eema taught him He forgot his lessons, he was a prima donna, he was always stressin' Over comfort and quiet and the callbacks Workin' with other creators is a mixed bag His best friend's a devil and an ex-pat They get the past the setbacks, they run that cassette back Listen to your inner voice, didn't wanna disappoint I'm speaking out loud so you don't fuckin' miss my point This shit is important, I don't wanna get lost in the corn maze Or swamped in a court case, the obit's with your face Before your boss can say he's got another son Before your back receives so many slaps, that it shrivels up into nothing Then you wonder where the time went Those raps you wrote in high school, that was time well-spent At least it feels like it, saw those artists on TV, wanted to be something That one song you wrote, something like "let freedom ring" Got caught in the heat of it When you got older, you'd cut straight to the meat of it Like a butcher in hysteria The chicken runs around with its head off in a six foot area That's how deep you're diggin' your early grave You're pretty late to your own burial, I think you should stay Come, have a seat Listen man, I was wondering if you wanted to... I dunno, grab a drink sometime You know, talk about life I dunno, just shoot the shit Uhh, gimme a call Y'know... See ya man