Nostalgiah (feat. Idealism)

Nostalgia you never knew you had
Digging up stories of old and exes just to make you sad
Digging up holes and ashes of the living dead
Burnt out from the fires soldering the doors with lead

Fed fed
I'm fed up of
I'm fed full off of
Fat falafels of fluff journalism and mediocrity
A pity none of these thinkers of stone is any Socrates
They don't know that they dont know what's up
Like a missed apostrophe

Catastrophy, is it not you but me
Who's in it for the money and who does it all for charity
Who chose to start a family
Who got concieved unwillingly
Who has the choice to say they never had a choice

Used to have a brother, he had other priorities
Don't bother showing up at my funeral with a eulogy
Its clear to all you're nothing but cuckold to insanity
Write you into a poem write you out of my family tree

Spit that poem out on a track like its nothing new to me
Nothing to flex nothing to boast about
Got no money got no cars
Got no love got silly bars
It's how it is and how it used to be
This is reality