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rekcahdam - hikikomori lyrics

[intro]
woman: hey roger?
rekcahdam: yes, ma’m?
woman: have you ever been to africa?
rekcahdam: no
woman: is your family from africa? roger’s not african, roger’s just black
rekcahdam: don’t matter, anyways!

[verse 1: rekcahdam]
back to work only a week after my friends died
go back to sleep ’cause that’s the only way to clear my mind
these beats help me release my thoughts through these rhymes
through music, even if i die, i can span time
still trying to understand why n0body moving forward
all these people just stand in line
they tell you, “straighten up, get a job, work all the d-mn time
hide emotions behind a suit and tie, everything else a d-mn crime”
if i work, it’s gonna be for something, i’m working towards something, so my n-ggas can look forward to something
you spend all your time hating something
i rather make something while i’m living, instead of dying for nothing
give a f-ck if you my friend or my cousin
only trust can make you fam, fakes a dime-a-dozen
but i’m just saying what can i gain from one-sided discussions
releasing raw thoughts as rhymes caught between my mind
so much for nothing

[hook]
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[verse 2: rav]
i’m trying to fit in with everybody else but they’re better
they do sh-t without the effort, they got all their sh-t together
or they don’t, whatever, my endeavors forever to move
with no pattern, it don’t matter in whatever i do
as they march all together in the morning going to work
in the evening, it’s the clubs and alcohol on their shirts
i’m just standing in the middle trying to figure it out
or trying to render different visuals as i sit on the couch
i can feel it, a divergence in the way that i run
and i could break the mirrored walls any day that i want
but i sit and i watch, man, i’m so sick of this earth
i’m so split, out of touch. goddammit, living is dirt
addicted to the drugs, both the victims and the thugs
yeah, the businessmen and politicians living without love
i shan’t follow them, i’m now to infinity, motherf-ckers
mock me as a model, but you can’t get rid of me, motherf-ckers

[hook]
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[outro]
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- rekcahdam lyrics

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