Radio Daze
P.O.R.N. Lyrics

And the radio daze kept us in the dark
The influence of the radio prevented us from seeing the truth

And the satellite age brings us to the light
Modern technology exposes the reality of our world

Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite
Some are struggling while others are suffering greatly

They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight
People are unwilling to communicate and instead are prepared to fight

Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone)
We will always be together and keep watch over each other

Yo, so what you searching for? From birth
What are you looking for throughout your life?

Born hurting and yearning for certain somethings
We come into this world with pain and a desire for something more

Lurking and murk them, got them turning this Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion
We allow ourselves to become consumed by our desires until they metaphorically kill us

Or more or less over what the pastor passed us
We make decisions based on what religious figures have taught us

'Cause, see, the past tense it never really passes
We can never truly leave our past behind

Phases that trap us and cage us like classes
Life's stages can trap us and limit our potential

Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess
I am feeling overwhelmed and unable to see clearly

Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up
I feel a sense of uncertainty and insecurity about where I stand compared to others

Passing bucks like a casual blunt
I am carelessly giving away money

Granted, hustling habits on the stumble, the mansion while Bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks
Even those who are successful still struggle to maintain their wealth while others are in dire need of basic resources

Bad shit going down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn
Terrible things are happening every day while some are living a life of luxury

They say he's the bastard for chasing them Maybe it's the patterns that make me that made me crazy
Others judge me for my actions, but my tendencies have driven me mad

Life is fiction, competition, and contradiction
Life is full of made-up stories, competitiveness, and conflicting beliefs

Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection
Our limited perspective can cloud our judgment and distract us from the truth

Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle
Love is unpredictable and sometimes disappointing, leading some to turn to alcohol for comfort

And people pressure make death a hidden treasure A guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter
The pressure to conform can make death seem appealing, but in reality, it is a tragic and isolating experience

It's now or never, move it, move it, love it, or lose it 'Fore it's recruited, then included inside the stupid
We must take action now and make the most of our opportunities before it's too late

It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars
Life is a mix of natural phenomena, societal influences, and different types of people

You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pop without it Then those who doubt it do or die the death of cowards
If you're committed to something, don't let it fail without a fight, otherwise, you'll be seen as weak

The world is yours and the world we can't afford So ignore the law, start a fire, then start a war
The world is vast and open to possibility, but some find it difficult to navigate and resort to violence

If you're sick and tired of your access denied Free will died long before Glydes and i-Pod
If you're fed up with being restricted, remember that our free will has been limited for a long time

Yo, it's too much strain, phenomenal gain I'm going through things, headaches, abdominal pain
The pressure to succeed is overwhelming and causing physical pain

Tryna numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane
Attempting to alleviate the pain with drugs, but my resources are running low

What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive? Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with
Feeling a sense of self-destructiveness and uncertainty about what decisions to make

Contaminating family and close friends Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends
My problems are affecting those closest to me, who are urging me to stop overworking myself

Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in
I'm not indulging in any truly destructive behavior, but my struggles feel just as overwhelming

The darker the covenant-slash-train-wreck for you to rubberneck You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that
The more tragic and chaotic the situation, the more people are drawn to it out of a fascination with pain and mortality

Hit me up at black dot gov like the government Banana Republican, alien intelligence
Contact me through a secret government channel, like a covert agent or alien

Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit The stone the builder refused he need to build with
Feeling intense anger and considering destructive action, but also recognizing the value in unconventional ideas

Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick Via satellite, radio, the realness
Despite attempting to protect myself, I am still struggling, and the truth of our world is being broadcasted through modern technology