2016 Blues!

What's Wrong With Uncle Pete


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Now everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up
I don't see 'em, I don't see 'em
There we go
What a day! To be existential
Press the pencil, lost mental essentials
Went 'til the end too, I know
It's usually conjecture from the lecture
On the lectern, like you redshirts, or interns
Ain't no winners, but cannon fodder
Want to see you breaking like that man Bambata
But never see you broken till you damn our father, so
Plan to roger any order in any order
Wanna mend your aura but you can't though
Try Camp Lo, Pac Div, Pac, Big, Nas, Quik
'Till yo top five obnoxious
Lemme tell you
When you rot in rotten boxed in job bins
Always gotta stop for groveling goblins
Gringottsin, stock jocking, worshiping the Lord of Coin
His sword anoint's what we're turnt, towards and pointed
Forged ahead, but maybe forged appointments
Since, well it's follow not question the leader
And only the blind lead the blind
I don't need that neither!

And we'll prolly never find the truth
And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth
And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit
But you can still live like you fucking meant it
And we'll prolly never live our dreams
And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens
And we'll prolly never be signifigant
But history is happenin while you're still living it

And some days you wake up feeling like nothing matters
Lived the same day as before live the same one after
A captured bastard of this earth, which lies to itself
Try to find what's your own so you deny its help
Until you despite yourself
When you realize you can't escape
Just sit and wait trapped inside it's cell, so
If you demise in hell burning
You earned it regardless with no Paul Blart-ish, War Hawkish turn in the garden
But outside Eden is appalling
Right from teethin' straight to mauling
As if Milton Friedman is the calling
As if that greed ain't why we falling, darling
So if that hell we know is on the globe
You wastin' time with passive passion praying on halos
So shit, pop that faygo
Vote for Nader
Don't twiddle your thumbs and hope for saviors later
We some just some gears and pistons wishin'
I'm just saying man, it's your life
You just got to live it

And we'll prolly never find the truth
And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth
And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit
But you can still live like you fucking meant it
And we'll prolly never live our dreams
And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens
And we'll prolly never be signifigant
But history is happenin while you're still living it

I got the blues
Got a lot to lose
My sanity, the hand that feeds, the right to choose
So don't think...
Just follow the groove
Turn up!
Don't think about it, think about it
No, no, no, no
Just drink about it, drink about it
Don't joke about it, joke about it
No, no, no, no
Just smoke about it, smoke about it
Don't think about it, think about it 
Please!
Just think about it, think about it
Like, do you get it, it's fucking serious...
Alright!

Got a livestream on the sand on my hourglass
Plottin', tryna get the upper hand on each hour passed
'Cause time is of the essence
You can't outrun the present
And the future always looming
Like a daily user shrooming
Like you kill for good like Truman
Like a sapling stealing the sun just to start blooming
A 'lil protist tryna be the POTUS
But voters don't wanna know shit, just holy ghostin
'Cause bliss is ignorance ain't it
Blindfolded in the mist painting
Never mind the canvas, never find the answers
And if you do might find your wish painted
'Cause silver bullets turn snake oil quick
Yo pulpits turn backrooms where the spoils split
By the royalish, buying moralists just to erase 'em
Or waste 'em
Don't chase 'em because you lost and alone
That's how we're born that's how we die, you know
And when I go it's on my own terms, by my own hands
Who doesn't love a martyr, imma die my own man

And we'll prolly never find the truth
And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth
And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit
But you can still live like you fucking meant it
And we'll prolly never live our dreams
And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens
And we'll prolly never be signifigant
But history is happenin while you're still living it
And we'll prolly never find the truth
And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth
And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit
But you can still live like you fucking meant it
And we'll prolly never live our dreams
And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens
And we'll prolly never be signifigant
But history is happenin while you're still living it

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Written by: Daniel Sedlazek, Matthew Peterson

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