rock bottom, eminem:

trace 99 to now & we're still pushing that rock up the hill ("hoping things look up, but there ain't no job openings")---are you sick of it yet?

i must admit this point in time i’m bored as f**k enough to bleed myself blind---i can’t do this portrayal anymore respect than its been given---the man & the myth climbed the ladder by burning it---i’d pick this lick to represent the current time in the midwest---emblem of the nation---lost out and creeping in fearful masturbation---what could be just won’t be because we’ve all simply been self-raping---cumshots out our eyes when the next one lies---handshakes and pancakes---they seem to come in the same size---update me when you’ve hated me---i’m ready-set, they’re taking me---there’s people out in the fields---centered in the middle of the crop circles---they’re on their knees praying to anything that’d be listening---but alas the cruel reality is that nothing is on the radar---funny that there’s nothing to be said for us when we’ve pretended we’ve come this far---throw out your progress---stuff the razorblades in your face---a quick death is at least death---you won’t be faked out by someone else’s pain---what will be the thing that pushed you yourself to the brink?---what will be the last b***h slap that the boss brings that makes you kick him in the face?---what have we left but our naïve brief escapes?---we pop anything that comes in pill form---we’d sleep all f*****g day---they’ll tell us that things are better---they’ll tell us it’s ok---that same moment they’ll click the pistol trigger and hold it up to the side of our sad brains---plow---would you stop praying now?---a thousand words for what will never come---a thousand places you’ll never see because you still have more trust than me---trust in what has given you ABSOLUTELY F*****G NOTHING---praise down and be the one left---with a flag in their apartment and a f*****g cross round your neck---what em brings is the talk and the beat flows behind---we’re still waiting for the justice that comes with a rhyme---but what comes is just another one tellin’ us “wait in line”---because the peace that is popular is just a way of buying time---smokescreen out the exit and enough hidden soldiers to bury me---i’m no longer resting and a’waiting for the golden mountain’s majesty---the water soon will cost more than my own wasted burning history & the best thing you can do is close your eyes and hope you don’t wake up from your deepest sleep---the dawn is gone and the constitution already drawn---the lies that led up to it were based on slavery and burned witches spawned---rich white men fleeing in the name of being protestant---starting towns because they could & they’d f**k everything that settled down next to em’---faith a great veil---saving everyone slower than a snail taking his time down the thin line of a knife---a forced rhyme and still less time than the hate on the grapevine---there are work shootings copy-catting the school shootings---there are soldiers joining up just to kill in the name of the hate they have from being broke in their small towns---if we could arm the homeless in our city streets we’d have a reservoir of troops where there’d never be a second tour---problem is that if we did they’d just x all the government---and who but the takers and haves would be behind em’?  who would be awaiting for something better to come then?  who would know better the real truth that had never lived?  a place with a face that nobody wants to show their kids?  we won’t educate ourselves to lift us out of this---instead its better to back the rich men who want to squeeze the world of all its gifts---at least 85% of those outside our selfish borders---they are starving and they’re dehydrated & i can’t help but asking what for?---you know i wish i didn’t know---you know i wish i couldn’t say---i wish i wish i wish and then i wish to kill away---everything and anything that brought me to this current day---but i’m just a f*****g pubic hair laying on the ground---my eyes wide open, awake.