I’m not too smug or not
Such a juggernaut
I can’t fall hard
I called an audible
Accidentally overlapped with the mainstream and blew my
Hipster cred as if I ever had a shot at cred
Cause I’ve been saddled with
Every shade of privilege
More buckets than Baskin Robbins
Sorry, fam, I’m not the ram you’ll shear this year for black black wool
A family tree can be a gallows
When you’re mature for thirteen
I’ve been wading through the warmer spots in my genetic pool
Dove headfirst into the shallows
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine
In my head I see
All my pedigree
Gen A-X
Some Lithuanians
Rolling in their unmarked graves
And shouting “Kids these days,”
Meanwhile, my descendants can’t defend the shame I’ll bring
“He was only a product of his time,” they’ll say,
“But that does not forgive this.”
Sorry, fam, I’m not the ram you’ll shear this year for black black wool
A family tree can be a gallows
When you’re mature for thirteen
I’ve been wading through the warmer spots in my genetic pool
Dove headfirst into the shallows
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Sorry, fam, I’m not the ram you’ll shear this year for black black wool
A family tree can be a gallows
When you’re mature for thirteen
I’ve been wading through the warmer spots in my genetic pool
Dove headfirst into the shallows
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine
Blood is thicker than chlorine
Thicker than chlorine
Copyright 2019 Zach London
