“Angst of the Teens” written to “Tasmanian Pain Coaster” by El-P
One muggy hot summer’s day at the bus stop
Behind my stunna shades my face flushed & blotched
Met a crushed kid with tight braids who played with a razor blade
But I brushed it off with no thought like
it’s prolly for his yay
He caught me lookin “Hey” he said to me estranged
“Hey,” I replied amazed “What’s good with you today?”
& He looked away in a daze prolly straining for a phrase
To properly explain his day… “Nothin” he engaged
& I should not have implored more but an automatic accord
Replied “why not?” & explored more mindless than engorged
I met his eyes & was surprised to see a torn hint of despise
But not for my questions formed, seemingly more for his life
& I realized the blade didn’t help him to get high
Its s’pposed to save him from his hate for the fates he’s survived
& I tried then to revive a faint hope inside his mind
“It’ll be alright”…
how cliché of me to be so blind
& it didn’t spark a smile & I still wouldn’t let it die
I couldn’t let him die, “Hey, what’s on your mind?”
& he sighed & replied “My coaster-ride of crime…
But I’m fine girl, my world aint worth a minute of your time”
“It’s alright I don’t mind you’re too fine to be down
Plus its 20 plus still until the bus comes back around”
He glanced up from the ground and not lookin the least proud
He opened his frowning mouth and poured it all out…
“I’m insane & enraged &
I’m to blame, I’m enslaved to this game
& too deranged in my brain… I’m too strange from this reign,
& I can’t maintain in this frame of unashamed, I’m too vain
& I’m too drained, so I won’t play, I’ll refrain
& grab the straight-edge so I can save face & face death
I lost grace to make bread, with hot haste I faked & led
& I pray to lay dead cuz I’m ashamed of my dread
To fight the struggle of stayin humble, so I mumble with each breath
Come and take me Death, Satan and sin have made me
They’ve degraded and downgraded me,
God forgive me don’t hate me
I’ve needed guidance but I’ve found only tyrants
Promoting the drugs & defiance the slugs & the violence
The riots, the science of fuckin with lions & giants,
My soul is dyin and I’m tryin for a reason to abide
But if even a piece of my survives like this I’d rather cease & just die
Than be alive & entombed to the drive of the doom
Of my soul & it’s lies like everything will be alright
But everything is just a fight inside my mind
& it’s insights of my time doin crime
Against myself, my society & everyone whose been nice to me
Nothin is right in me, nothing’s exciting
Except defying & dying & fighting the right in me
& lyin & pain & Im insane & enraged &
IM TO BLAME
I’m enslaved to this game & too deranged in my brain!”
I couldn’t find the words to say to ease this kid’s strain
& when I looked at his face he held the razor to his vein
& before I could explain my silence he sliced it, I was cryin
Watchin him bleedin, expiring, lookin tired and dyin
& I’m trippin at the bus stop on a muggy hot summers day
& nobody stopped on their way, he died before the bus came
& I boarded mind blown, then wiped away the runny make-up
& got to my destination just in time for me to wake up