I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit

There's a fine little line between mania-and motivation
I been grinding I been racing
While the others get complacent
Ain't no fucking up my pacing
I'm so calm I look sedated
My nerves are so steady that I look like I already made it
Talking bout awards but that ain't fucking up my concentration
Terror of the sophomore slump what I've been contemplating
Trying not to dwell on all the murders that the police making
Shed a tear for all the dead I would die of dehydration
Damn
Got a lot on my mind
So many people hurting and such precious little time
Can't pretend I'm not defined
By the view of a stranger's eye
However I identify
They just see a black guy
So I'm...damned if I do
Dead if I don't do
Antithetical to unethical streams of revenue
Would be anarchist but civilians wanna kill me too
I'll never be safe but your kids might catch a breath or two

I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit

I let my beast of burden sip bourbon and burn a little bit
Take all the years of dying inside and turn it in to this
Always seemed to have a sort of sad sense of morbid bliss
Never really had the concept of any more than this
Mortified to have a life span of more than twenty six
Never had the dedication to avoid the river Styx
Further tied down to my own sinking ship
And the band played on
I've been so gone
Face looking so gaunt
Not getting what I need
No idea what I want
Thousand yard stare
Mind on some other shit
Feels like it's so close
All I need is a little bit
I can't seem to find a grip
And realize why
My people are dying
And they're fine with it
I don't really know what they expect to get
When everybody I love is in danger of death

I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit

All I need is a reason for the bleed
Diagnose my disease
I don't need your hope
I made my own
I hope to make it home
And see my friends again
Without my plans including more funerals to attend
Heaven is a lie to keep hope alive is a lie
Otherwise certain things would justify suicide
I don't need your hell
Already lived it
When I asked for help I saw nary a finger lifted
Gifted with the curse of caring for human beings
Who care about human beings without threat of hellfire
But that's me
You can do your own thing
If you can pop ambien and sleep at night knowing
We don't need cops
We don't even need laws
We don't need kings
We don't even need gods
They don't bring safety
Don't even bring gauze
They don't wanna save us
Think we too flawed

I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit
I need a little bit