Post Generation X - Prolific

Call me Jack Kerouac, James Dean, Bob Dylan

Yo wussup everyone now tell me how you’re feeling!

I’m the next young prophet, kills himself when he’s young

Fucked up in the head with no place left to run

Got a gun but I know that I’m too afraid to use it

So I took what I was feeling and I started making music

The neighbors say I’m useless, my friends just think I’m fucked

And the girls in my life I just don’t want to bring them up

So What, I spend most of time wandering the streets

To see the poverty that creeps between the models and the geeks

Walk in a dark cafe see what they can offer me to eat

Punk guitarist next door always rocking me to sleep

I was brought up in the reeds, middle class mom and dad

Dog and cat, on the track to be another college grad

It all went fast, really never knew why I ever started rap

I guess I started, and I was off, so I never stopped to ask

Let me be your anti-hero, mister anti-pop

It doesn’t sound good, and it’s not what the family wants

Just a whole lot of noise that doesn’t amount to much

But this music (music) it’s all about the rush!

This is for all of us, the youth, the kids who never listen

With umbilical cords attached to the back of televisions

Prozac players, punks and preps

Raise up, this is Post generation X!

Jack Kerouac

It’s the beat generation, it’s be-at, it’s the beat to keep

It’s the beat of the heart, it’s being beat and down in the world

And like old time low down…

I’ve found this life’s a can’t miss, an empty last wish

It’s like falling in love with the girl who can’t kiss

, Fact is, at 2 in the afternoon, I’m still in bed

Mattress smells like old sex, room smells like cigarettes

On the floor bottle of liquor, ashtray, candles

Across from a desk, beside pack of camels, I

T’s raining outside, the weather talks to my soul

Turn the tap on but the hot water was cold

Get sober off left-overs ignore the dishes in the sink

Get rid of the hangover with a little bit to drink

Need a little time to think today’s no different from tomorrow

Let it Repeat till I’m the old man buying tickets for lotto

Drinking liquor out my bottle and just living in a condo

Wondering if my life will ever be written in novel

Most of these nights I’ll lay down but I won’t sleep

Be looking up at the ceiling and counting cloned sheep

This is for everyone who’s ready for change

For people doing something different with their lives

Our generation’s grown up in a strange world

And it’s time we take control of it

It’s time to find out who we really are

To figure out what really matters

And together as a youth movement, as an anti-culture

We can finally give meaning to this generation

This post generation X…