Dr. Simone
(Lyrics adapted from Spoken Word written by Taalam Acey)
Mother hoped I would surpass,
at least to the middle class
But yet I'm still stuck on that same mentality
And all those years of schooling, ain't even challenge me
But when I graduated, life was right there
To put a degree in my hands, and a foot on my chest
And here I am, dressed in my pajamas
About to run outside and rip the backbone out this fool
Ain't got nothing to show for all those years of school
But...bad credit and even worse decisions
And I live in a neighborhood where people buy food on credit
So they finance but they don't just take
And they're making payments on food that they already ate
And I’m scathing open the door like I’m about to break
And I see my best friend with a gun in his hand
And with his other hand,
he takes a swig of liquor from a bottle of scotch
AND ITS LIKE EVERYTHING STOP
Chrous
And we drive, and we drive, and we drive until we get to the part of town
Where the American Dream is still alive
And in my mind, I'm playing NINA SIMONE
And I wonder if he knows that tens of millions of people in this world/
Are depressed but use alcohol and drugs to remain in denial
And I wonder if he knows there's a suicidal tendency
Hiding behind a smile
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