Peter Pan Syndrome
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[Sample]
[Verse 1: J-Zone]
Oh shit real life snuck up on me
I’m a new eye-glass prescription from being fourty
I’m twenty rockin’ shows Mount Bern and Copenhagen
While my parents stood single file for assimilation
(and it all just stopped)
Now here I am thirty-six still living like I’m twenty-two and lovin’ it
The real world is knocking at the door
In my thirties treat it like a Jehovah witness and don’t answer
(Man fuck that shit)
Rap career dead, can’t hide, time to get a job
No experience at all in a 9 to 5, employers talkin’ ‘bout
What I been up to since I was twenty-two
Makin’ rap records niggas tryin’ to stay alive
Now when artists pushing fourty, livin’ check to check
But each year my peers relate to me less and less
And then the world keeps a-spinnin’, ain’t nobody tryin’ to wait for me
Hold up a call from an employment agency
[Interlude]
[Verse 2: J-Zone]
Yo it’s like throughout my thirties I was in a fuckin’ coma
Man I should have learned to bartend or became a sperm donor
Never did like cops but I could suck it up and be one
Put in my twenty years get this pension and just be done
(Oops) the doors done closed on that
What else could a brother do to close this gap
Electrician or a plumber maybe drive a Mr.Softy truck
(Word! Cause then you could just work in the summer)
I even tried to be a teacher who the fuck was I foolin’
I just wanted some resolve nigga I never liked school
The medical field is booming, word that’s the best one yet
So what did I do? I went and bought a drum set
So while my parents get paroled and get married, get grown
I’m home doin’ paradiddles in my basement to a metronome
The odds of me starting this late and becoming the next Buddy Rich about one in a hundred-sixty-six
Everyday look at my peers who dress more fierce [?]
Get the fuck off the page, probably end up stickin’ women half my age
That’s a thought cause yo fourty year old men in the club don’t get no love
[Interlude]
[Verse 3: J-Zone]
I hear windows of opportunity start closing
When you take too long to figure out where your life is going
And I’m stuck between making irreversible decisions
And wanting to kick it to twenty year old women
Talking to chicks in their twenties they label you a creep
But I’m a man FUCK IT that bitch is bad
(I can’t help it!)
It’s disgusting, I know I’m thirty-six I should be focused on marriages and building up a trust
And you’re like a disease with no kids to chicks they smirk
They even think you’re gay or your dick don’t work
Stuff a kale down a juicer ‘cause I heard it makes your look young
But what good’s avoidin’ wrinkles when your money jingles
And the … [?]
I tried to work a Starbucks but that’s where everybody with a Masters goes
And me enjoying life is just me avoiding the inevitable
A lifestyle that’s credible
I take care of my grandmoms but living with her has [?] (Why?)
Tell a woman that (date’s over nigga)
Then I hop on Facebook and watch my peers views change
Their kids are rolling 1st grade they start to look [?]
But if I had an interest in a family and [?]
But I don’t
Gotta swipe hit accept and pay the cost
Face the fact, my life ain’t like everyone else’s
Or maybe I’m just selfish
I need to grow up and mature get a real job
A wife and a kid before time close the door
But the writings on the wall legible and plain to see
Maybe all this growing up shit just ain’t for me
(So what’s the plan B?)
I ain’t got one they told me I’mma end up fucked up swallowin’ a shotgun
Leavin’ my loved ones disappointed
Yeah I know the real world exists I just refuse to join it
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