(I Need A) Little Bit

I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit There's a fine little line between mania-and motivation I been grinding I been racing While the others get complacent Ain't no fucking up my pacing I'm so calm I look sedated My nerves are so steady that I look like I already made it Talking bout awards but that ain't fucking up my concentration Terror of the sophomore slump what I've been contemplating Trying not to dwell on all the murders that the police making Shed a tear for all the dead I would die of dehydration Damn Got a lot on my mind So many people hurting and such precious little time Can't pretend I'm not defined By the view of a stranger's eye However I identify They just see a black guy So I'm... damned if I do Dead if I don't do Antithetical to unethical streams of revenue Would be anarchist but civilians wanna kill me too I'll never be safe but your kids might catch a breath or two I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit I let my beast of burden sip bourbon and burn a little bit Take all the years of dying inside and turn it in to this Always seemed to have a sort of sad sense of morbid bliss Never really had the concept of any more than this Mortified to have a life span of more than twenty six Never had the dedication to avoid the river Styx Further tied down to my own sinking ship And the band played on I've been so gone Face looking so gaunt Not getting what I need No idea what I want Thousand yard stare Mind on some other shit Feels like it's so close All I need is a little bit I can't seem to find a grip And realize why My people are dying And they're fine with it I don't really know what they expect to get When everybody I love is in danger of death I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit All I need is a reason for the bleed Diagnose my disease I don't need your hope I made my own I hope to make it home And see my friends again Without my plans including more funerals to attend Heaven is a lie to keep hope alive is a lie Otherwise certain things would justify suicide I don't need your hell Already lived it When I asked for help I saw nary a finger lifted Gifted with the curse of caring for human beings Who care about human beings without threat of hellfire But that's me You can do your own thing If you can pop ambien and sleep at night knowing We don't need cops We don't even need laws We don't need kings We don't even need gods They don't bring safety Don't even bring gauze They don't wanna save us Think we too flawed I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit I need a little bit