Nondescript
Whole year's gone by...how can i still feel like the same nigga? Not one of these lame niggas is earning the same figures, Read my digits in 4-3-3, i stays in formation, I put the form in information, and give it to the nation, These aint no affirmations, but rather a real confirmation, That the times we live in, will leave you in exclamation! This aint no movie, but sure feels like we headed for the final destination. Tossing and turning, Can't stomach it, cause the acid keeps on churning, Felt a sensation deep within that shit was burning, I know it aint passion, cause im sure that this pain, Will it one day leave, and maybe sun will shine again? Until then i grow accustomed to the pain, Feel the need to grip a shotgun and aim it at my brain, Yours truly, Donald Kurt Cobain.