He's a ghost, but so quotable
A baroque poet who wrote bespoke jokes
Nobody knows, he's too broke to be wiki-notable
So broke, no tokes, no smoke and no potent potables
Sober as the eyes of God upon us, eyes of the audience are watchin' him
It's sink or swim and he's drowning and running out of oxygen
And on his way down he's clowning on your entire empire again
No retirement, still trying to find a nine to five, so go on dyin' then
The best of a bad generation, a pale imitation
Facing the fate of a nation that hates him
Great expectations but no aspiration to chase
The fake stakes as the world overtakes him
An inspiration to innovate and fuck around with your narratives
With enough temerity and arrogance to subvert survival imperatives
When the profit calculations of his nation's corporations say
His existence is insufficient to pay for this operation
He knows what his station is, don't be silly
His only vocation is lyric ability
Profits don't arise from streetside prophets
And profitability is your only definition of progress
And the definition of insanity is trying again
In the same way when you're just gonna lie again
Tell the next gen they'll inherit the sky again
Run the clock out, die and start the fire again
How long until they notice they ain't accounted in your calculus
No comeuppance in the numbers on the checks that you bounced on us
The greatest heist in all of history, crash civilization and split
Buy island bunkers with your billions that won't be worth shit
He's rambling, he's off on a rant and off of his meds again
Get him back into bed 'fore he says sum' to piss off the feds again
It don't mean nothin', he's nobody, graspin' his hands again
Grabbin' a mic that he sees in the air, it ain't there, distractin' him
Strappin' him back to the gurney, his journey's approaching completion
Prescription injection, his treatment is legal and clean, the procedure
Approved by insurance, determined to be efficacious and cheap, anesthesia
The easiest method to treat every patient is put 'em to sleep and delete 'em
He's a ghost who wrote jokes that nobody knows,
He's too broke to be wiki-notable
Forgettable prose, he won't be known as his whole cohort goes
The best of a bad generation, but potently quotable
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