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South Side Ain't So Bad

Ain't trying to be the best
I'm just trying to earn some rest.
What are we racing towards?
You call it success,
I call it inefficient, purposeless excess.
Looks more like addiction—
Overcompensation for powerlessness.
Refusal to cooperate
Leaves you pursuing only excessive dominance.
I ain't about it, 
I ain't that wicked—
I just need some rest.

I'm tired.
My eyes are heavy, tear ducts leaking,
Pressure building in my head and it ain't leaving.
Back of my skull, my neck—feels like I been holding 
The world on my shoulders.
Can't put it down, who else here gonna hold her?
Trying to keep conscious,
Look like a drug addict the way I keep nodding.
I'm just tired, just need some rest.
Helps to speak it,  keeps me nodding
To the heartbeat in my chest.
Revolutionary if you believe me
And I actually rest.

Ain't trying to be the best,
I'm just trying to earn some rest.
Why I gotta earn permission?
My body ain't asking,
It's enforcing—far more real
Than your endorsement of success.
Inefficient, purposeless excess,
Where's the executive function in these execs?
Looks more like addiction,
Overcompensation for powerlessness.
I ain't about it, ain't that wicked—
I just need some rest.

I'm running at 30% capacity, give or take,
Creating more in a moment, giving more to life
Than you've ever made.
That's my opinion—take it or leave it.
I'm on a mission that can't be measured,
Can't be gamed.
It's called living, ever heard of it?
Might be a nice change.
Had to relearn the territory—
Your maps kept me running in circles,
Literally left me insane,
Out of body, out my mind,
Made a new map on this page.
What's broken? Ain't nobody can repair it for me—
It's mine to heal.
Win or lose, your game's not real.
Shared delusion, the hierarchy of man.
Nature will put you in your place—
Just hope I'm out of the way.
I know it will, just not when.

Listen to this like a lullaby—
Not the kind that soothes, the kind that terrifies.
Sometimes love can only be expressed through hate:
I love myself enough to stop, to hesitate,
And that hate is for the machine that can't tolerate
Anyone who dares to rest, to refuse, to wait.

Not all beauty makes you cry—
Sometimes it takes the daylight,
Cools the skin, lets the stars shine,
Lets the edges blur,
Lets you fade, lets sun meet shade,
To the truth that you've been running from:
That stillness is a weapon when the world says run.

Hear my words, they are alive,
Burrowing through your eye sockets, your ears, inside—
How'd they get in? You let them. You needed permission to stop,
So here it is: echo, echo, echo...
Bouncing back what you already know
Lied about, when you said
 you forgot.

Thought you were the mirror,
But what happens when a mirror stares into a mirror?
Infinite reflections, nothing getting clearer—
Just the same exhausted face repeated,
Trapped in the loop till you realize what you
Seeing isn’t getting nearer,
It’s always been right here.

So don't sleep tonight—not the way you've been sleeping,
That half-conscious, scroll-through-the-feed, never-fully-dreaming.
Keep your eyes free, really see:
Walk the streets, face the nightmare
Your "productivity" has left for me, for us, for we
Who are still here, still tired, still trying to breathe.

I ain't trying to be the best.
I'm just taking back my rest.
Let us be.

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