Track 10 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Leave it to the, satire shrink
Telling you what I, think
Read, my, ink
You swim to me, I’m bound to let you sink
You won’t slip your stupid in my drink
Know I will not be hood-winked
Own, your, ink
You wrote me off, so fuck what you may think

I make the beats and then I mix them after
I write my thoughts it makes the day go a little bit faster
I can’t really freestyle, I’m not even a rapper
Music art and sleeping are my favorite meds alongside laughter
I’m a little crooked footed with my complex vision
Behold my long overdue masterpiece so fuck you listen
I was wrote off my whole life, not a chance I was given
Until I drop, show you this, and watch you switch up your decision, huh
No my appeal is not the surface
Or bullshit that I’ll purchase, I am not a human circus
Do not follow me it’s worthless, I chase a bigger purpose
I’ll flip you off and say God bless if it’s my final service
I’m a loser I’m a quitter, self righteous and I’m bitter
I’m whatever you think I am though our opinions differ
Want to know me with no filter, pull up a chair come hither
But all I speak is tongue and cheek ignore me when I whisper

Dear, satire shrink
I’m telling you what I, think
Read, my, ink
You swim to me, I’m bound to let you sink
You won’t slip your stupid in my drink
Know I will not be hood-winked
Own, your, ink
You wrote me off, so fuck what you may think

Nothing you, could say will get to me
Cause I’ll always be me, my own worst enemy
This counsel session sunk, when I wrote these lyrics drunk
Trying to decipher what the hell I’m always running from
If, I stick my fingers in my ears and hum
Will you assume I am dumb and therefore I am numb
To everything you say, I can see a full array
Everyone answers to my rhetorical shut up survey, say
Your approval doesn’t matter
I hate all the chit-chatter but my confidence won’t shatter
Cause it’s already in pieces, I’m midway through the thesis
I already, destroyed myself so fuck it effort ceases
The leases, of creases, the fabric of my brain
I’m merely a thought train away from going pure insane
So what you say won’t sustain, just get up on my plane
And recognize the things that opinions, will not, change

Leave it to the, satire shrink
Telling you what I, think
Read, my, ink
You swim to me, I’m bound to let you sink
You won’t slip your stupid in my drink
Know I will not be hood-winked 
I will not be hood-winked
Own, your, ink 
Bitch, you eat your words
You wrote me off, so fuck what you may think
Yeah

F*CK WHAT YOU MAY THINK!

It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time.

Debut album “THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY” Parts 1 & 2: 10/10/2024.

All content herein is written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. Audio recordings are the intellectual property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” exclusively.