Liberty falls when mint leafs hit tea
Sitting in the sand, 120 degrees
The first round is sweet
Wait no, bitter, blame the heat

First is bitter like childhood, scary and unknown
Second is sweet like friends, never being alone
Third is bittersweet like death,       leaving a legacy of your own

Est-ce que ça c'est té ou de l'eau?      
Both are vital and I frankly don't know

Hairdressers daughter,
Momma wanted her to make farther without a father
Couldn't even manage an alama matar
From the far South, no clue how to keep her legs closed, nor her **** mouth
These blackhole guys with their cast oil lies, let her keep the disguise
That she don't know better
The 'basic' girl, she fits it to the letter
But she's actually pretty clever
Just miserable, intent on making things intense for the individuals who fall for her ******* lust, their faces change fast when they see the red plus
She hits them with 'whats that mean for us? How this gonna go down?"
They give her money to get out of town, they choke
Little do they know it's all a joke, one gift store test puts her with the best of all con artists, its a high for her, but she still don't feel
Until one day it all got real
That equation on a stick that helped her get rich, she couldn't go through with it
Came back and latched hard. 9 whole months,
Had to become a hairdresser, took out her phone, clicked on 'mom' and called her
"You're gonna have a granddaughter"

What's it worth?

Power and money can't go with you when you get put in the earth

I mean what's it worth?

Leaving a legacy for your pedigree
Who go around porting your livery

What's it worth?

Ain't no free will, you just bound to be
Ain't no one give a ****. Dont bother with secrecy

The ****'s it worth?

Ground em up, pound em up, build em back up

Just so they can go and face the day without having to ******* sack up

What're you worth?

Running around seeking adulation
From gods abombimal creations

What're they worth?

Theyre nothing, and they're nothings everywhere
Without a hair of deceny, ******* plans easy to see

What's it worth, kid?

You need a plot,
One life that's all you got

Smoke a little ***
Pop some little pills

Until you are unable to enjoy the thrills
That's the **** that kills,
What happens when happiness is blasphemous to an Übermensch activist?

What if there is no me left?

Soul stolen slowly by surplus serotonin circling the synaptic cleft

Reflection in the mirror looks like death.

Wait.. it couldn't be clearer

The figure in the mirror is

some sort of fear or hatred that has allowed me to be

complicitely complacement in the fact i'm just
alive adjacent.

I'm living without meaning, I'm latent.

And I don't have the patience to do things of greatness.

Wait, no! **** that. I'm intelligent and I'm gonna do diligent

Belligerence to be the next GW, Johnny Cash or Eric Clapton.

I'm in charge of my life, Nietzsche, call me captain.

And that very next day, all of a sudden, nothing happened