Myke Charles - Sedation lyrics

[Verse 1:] Hey I write in the morning Right when it's dawn So I dawn the right to adorn this song with these ornaments And it's always like I am mourning A fallen soldier adjourning his journey Ain't that something like court? But in the hood you only got two sports, what do you choose? The one you ball up on the court Or you in court because you balling And they wanna see you fall I rap raw upon my course Swear I'm starving need a four-course meal And the dessert I rap until my jaw hurt and my voice coarse But they course moist deep into they veins Let it seep into the pain I look out a window pane and want to leap into the rain Too many flames on these avenues Gravel loose under my tattered shoes Our community spirit battered, bruised in a cavernous tomb Need a lantern for our a future; need a bandage for our wounds See I'm sinking, see I'm sinking my view is a porthole You sipping imported stocks, feigning important But the poor see right through that bullsh** We pour 40's on the floor Little shorty's don't see 40 just 44's In a corridor that leads to drug slinging What's a degree anymore? I still believe in education But we need more funding for these schools Losing money from test scores And I think I need sedation Because lord I'm plummeting into pools Hope I wash up on the shore like… [Hook:] Ooo ooo And I think I need sedation, hey I think I need sedation (x2) [Verse 2:] Hey I scribble in the afternoon After school when the children no longer have intramurals To keep them occupied And single mothers got occupations That often tie them up past dinner So everything that they eat is fried Little homie's only 12 and his speech is slurred ‘Cause he's speaking high And that pretty little girl's golden curls Are getting bleached and died I wanna hurl The system's made for us to fail And I wish my brother well ‘Cause I know he feels so lost going to that job To play his part as a corporate pawn Where he's just a cog and the fog so thick Tryna break apart good lord it's hard We got it wrong Commute to computers, technology in advance But somehow we just back tracked It seems like we got stupider That don't compute, and my mind is somewhere on Jupiter Dreaming ‘bout a future where My baby sis who use to care Is flourishing like florists Maybe she just needs some encouragement I still believe in preservation But we need more optimism For babies in negative situations And I think I need sedation Cause the problems my optic vision's adopting Is crazy I sit here wasted like… [Hook] [Outro] See I paint rhymes in the evening Portray crimes of heathen That orchestrates symphonies of sirens crying Like ooo ooo Like ooo ooo