Get away from me.

I'm a hologram.

Far away, please

I am very far from you–

Well get further.

I'm in another dimension actually.

What do you want, dude?

I always finish what i start.

What the fuck does that mean?!

How should I know?! You wrote it!

Then how are you gonna finish it?

That's not what I meant.

Then what did you mean?!

Look! I don't know! All I know is, I did a movie and you wrote it!

Just one movie or a whole saga!

I don't know! Just write it!

So you know some things, but not the most important ones.

If I could see through all the plot holes, there'd be no drama

It's all drama.

It can't be.

Yes it can.

NO! There has to be some comic relief in it.

What would that consist of.

I don't know! I am a HoLoGrAm.

A hologram, huh?

Uh huh.

So what happens if I touch you?

I wouldn't do that.

Oh yeah?

*poke*

Ok…

YOU'RE NOT A HOLOGRAM AT ALL.

Hm.

I'm sick of subliminal images

encrypted with ignorant messages

Suggesting the supremacy of the caucasians

And how blatant it is that they hate us

Illusions of diversity and inclusions to get your money: the usual

But the truth is, you're just a tool to them

Employee discounts, of course

Just so they can get some of their money back

Or all of it

Owners of corporations

Your landlord is probably related to the people that you work for

And so forth

I'm sure that's why they're trying to push me to suicide before I record this

And move forward with

Something other than working for them

Unless it's at banana republic, a luxury brand

Cause i'm sick of looking like a poor foreigner in my own country

When the reality is my ancestors are unhappy

Karen, Becky and Annie are all happy with nannies

And the rest of us are out here taking naps on ou break

And unpaid mental health days

It's Hell for the unwealthy

And wealth is health so good luck eating what you need

On an hourly

Or salary under 150,000

But what do I know?

I'm suicidal eating whole foods

That i stole

The whole story is longer, but honestly I been trying to get a job

That doesn't involve me jumping off of something or

Counting someone else's money as they siphon all the energy from me

I gotta wonder how much The Roc was auctioned off for

Cause landlord and employer are just the modern words

For “Slave Owner”

DANE COOK: “I WANT A DIVORCE.”

But that was a long time ago,

I heard he was in love with a 20 year old or something

So much for the rest of us:

Here's to Tiesto and the rest of em

Guys are so fucking lucky for never having to grow up

Guys like girls that comb their hair constantly

I like guys with blue eyes and blonde hair

Not so suddenly,

But i should have learned my lesson a long time ago:

Now i”m crying my eyes out to Claptone

WRiting rap songs trying to take my mind out the trap

Rats are assholes

Watch coffee run just to be closer to someone or something i love

But haven't talked to my son in a month or over,

Cause i”m sick of hearing about his father

It's all he talks about

It's like I don't even know em

So morbidly obese I can't even hold him

I think

I guess i could have stayed in it

And kept getting my face caved in

Hoping a rave day every now and again would save me

Ironically i don't believe in a white savior

But i find caucasians savory,

Every shade and flavor

But rocky road hits close to home

THrow me a milk bone and let me sober up

Before I start to open up about Sonny or something

Just another figment of my pigmented imagination

Lived in pigpens beggin pigeons to grant my wishes

Which is a kitchen–can't be a Grammy Award,

I give in

I lost interest, i'm just not skinny enough for

Nevermind, don't need another reason to cry

On the upper east side, avoiding the housing projects

Just wanting to be discovered

Or finish the festival project

Or for someone to love or want

Anything other than money or energy

It's infinite,

but with every cough i forget

coughs must be a witch and just as obsessed with Skrillex as

Everyone is

He lives in my head

I would say my bedroom, but

I'm a permanent resident at Hotel Hell No

–knowing that last line would be funny if I didn't have to cover 3 burroughs just to

get old food

From whole foods

Cause nothing adds up in a cold room,

that's renovated, which makes it easier to take it all in,

Until i realize I'm the problem, and the coffee stains are setting in

And i just wish the whole world would start over again

With me on top of it

Instead of at the bottom

Of a pyramid

With a flat top

I took off from

Upon discovering

The entire human race is

Racist, and they just

Don't get it

I'm the Great Spirit,

But hate hearing my mixes

Cause it's irritating

I'm not gifted

enough for INsomniac to sell tickets

To any event

Forget it,

I'll finish this salad and knock myself unconsious

for as long as humanly possible

Leave my body

At the hospital

And listen to Gospel with God

Then watch Kim Possible in awe of

The long lost

Christy Carlson Romano

I love Broadway

Or did once

–then wake up

Put a fake smile on

Like i ate mcdonalds

Then ran ten miles to get it off of me

Like it isn't impossible

It's not at all,

–but in my body?

Lol

stop .

What happens when you give a mouse a cookie?

What happens when a legendary artist turns into a hologram

And comes for you?

Uhhh.

What happens when you have no food and go to whole foods with one dollar?

I don't know.

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