It's like everyone is screaming 'cause they don't wanna seem crazy,
Needing to be heard, yearning in mind - but body's lazy
We think too much, hurt so much, then just get super hazy.
Then wondering why we don't do what we wanna do on the daily.
Show up, clarify your needs, and get your dreams made
You're the only one who can do the work to get paid
Does the universe have to sound the alarm like an air raid?
Or are you too busy dickin' around tryna get laid?
There's nobody I know that wants to navigate social situations
Emotional labour is one of the heaviest on our patience.
Looking around, we're searching for our next tempations.
Huffing about saying we're deserving of our remunerations.
Some times Ds get degrees - fiddy dat, yo.
And Fs are just a sign that learning comes slow.
All imposters in our out mind
nothing but a soul's bind
searching outside you won't find
what truly appeases the grind
all the expectations from being such a filthy voyeur with a design-thinker's mind my whole life. I will never appease the beast inside, but at least I'm submitting for her approval now instead of the run-and-hide.