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Jet Lee Jetson - Words from the Sad Boi (Produced by Charles Hamilton)

The distabled// unstable// but grunge// so medicated// every shot is so painful// daily in danger// from probation// to being hooked on drugs// to rapping without a label// my babies don't need a cradle// to be with the insane broke// bloke watching Reruns of of Rae's home// on cable// to her and Miranda with a tea kettle// to pictures of Darla baked woke// and so grateful// I with no shame post// distasteful// tunes that would never get played on the radio// face covered with coke// confused like should I date hoes//that get facials// from niggaz that came no// so I just settle, for girls that get facials// with tomatoes// with little or no pesos// this dedications paid for// thank God for Blaise Pascal// my brain's so// like paper crumbled it may fold// to become a plane though// capable// of being flown// through the web, but rather Tangled// The sad boy// deployed, to bag a few dimes, over them I spent my last coins// the cash void// they may act coy// but who am I to act spoiled// like they never had a choice//(2x) Sad// I had// to take a cat scan// and don't want a Lyft like I got a bad back// another anthem// for a mad man// madame's// knowing my mind state is no longer a Pangaea// it broke up// like us// every few months// and the continent// is not Africa// maybe US// North America// then Korea// ready for war like Kim Jong// these girls are totally hypnotists// and the pocket watch swung// or was it a locket?// inside it not much// just a picture of three versus// one// have my verses won?// or am I defeated// by them// as well as my mental illness// Kanye shrug// I get a hair cut// knowing they've pulled my card but it's a tarot// and that's what I'm scared of// because no matter how much// I shuffle I keep getting the mirror// if I could only be prepared once// a weird pun// love life's filled with terror// These three ladies// deserve someone that isn't crazy// Darla deserves someone that's always paying// I heard Raven made tea// and became my Stacey Dash when Miranda was my Gwen Stacy// I guess I should take heed// instead of blatantly// claiming// girls millionaires would be lucky to be dating// wondering if I make them angry// by constantly, saying// the same thing// tell me why did God forsake me?// scene one, take three// I've never seen one, but want to take three// are these words worth a painting?// if so what does every page mean?// when the person you wrote it for ain't read?// guess it's strange ink// on a cocaine sheet// but frankly// it maybe// wrong to try and create fiends// and lately// I've been trying to stay clean// still I'm constantly, praying// I could be their laced weed// and they won't treat me like the strains cheap// hoping they for the cake breathe// this purple Haze fee// understanding this sweet escapes free//