This can't be what life is

This can’t be what life is

I understand now why men drink themselves 6 feet under

Picture this: A young kid, point guard, senior, Blue Devil

Practiced day and night with dreams of playing for the Thunder

Let his grades slip, proud member of Alpha Sigma Phi

Everything looked up till he caught a finger in the eye

He slipped. Number Eight felt a pop in his knee

It was an accident

Decades later, he sits slumped on the couch

He peers at the clock

It’s three. He clicks to Sports Center, watching the men he wanted nothing more but to be jump up high on their healthy legs.

For three! It’s good.

He used to have legs the size of tree trunks, you know?

Could squat 405, abs hard as diamonds, you know?

Those abs are still there, you know

They’re just hiding behind the years of beers and Golden Arches

IPA takes the edge off

It quiets the voice quick

Brings him back to when he was the shit stead of the man slick with sweat as he climbs the damn stairs

And as he walks up, he stares up to the sky

He mutters to himself

“This can’t be what life is”

But that’s the norm in these parts

People pray on their knees to God and the Cowboys

It’s the same difference

Funny how the people who hate black people the most

How the people who will never ever see either coast

So quickly turn around and bet on them every Sunday

It must remind them of the good ole days

The days their politicians pray for and promise them on Twitter

They hide their true thoughts behind jokes and propaganda

But we all know what game they’re playin’

A real shitty parlay

But hey, don’t worry, at least they’re trying

Just come on down to “Taste of China”

I hear every Wednesday is half-off dumplings

How exotic!

Knowing an Asian’s like a novelty down here

It’s the same for black and queer

They tote them around like a trophy

“Look at me. Look at me”

I have a cousin, who’s brother’s, mother’s oriental

I can’t be racist

Yes, I’m the color of snow

But just know that I don’t live the stereotype

So when I go out and hunt

Or tote around with my guns

When I shun all rap

And tune in to 761

When all I love is “Fast Car,” Nascar, and Bud Lights at the bar

When Blue Lives Matter far more than Jamaar’s

Just know that I’m a good man who’s trying his best to see

After all, the stars and stripes ain’t what they used to be

Nowadays, every man could be a woman in disguise

Nowadays, grown men like to kiss other guys

Nowadays, I feel like all Democrats should fuckin die

So, as I look at the greatest country on Earth

I pray every day that the Lord fixes this leftist curse

Because this can’t be what life is

But who cares if you’re a piece of shit?

Jesus died for your sins

You don’t have to care

You don’t have to suffer

Just so long as you bare your soul to the cross

You’ll make it to heaven with your brother

Watching with a smirk as all the people different than you burn in hell

But that’s okay with you…

I swear the South is under some kinda spell

Say that you’re right

Say that Jesus Christ took nails to his wrist and came back on the third night

Then what?

When he descends from the sky and looks down on his hard work

Do you really think this is what he’ll wanna see?

Do you really think he’ll wanna see us argue over nothing?

There is murder, famine, suffering all around the globe

Yet all you have to bitch about is, “Honey, have you seen my robe?”

Empathy is lost in our world

Our horses couldn’t be any higher

And I don’t know whether to cry or just crumble

Because it feels like there’s nothing I can do

This country’s foundation is built by segregation

Hell, our first words were lies

“All men are created equal”

And while they didn’t write it with their feather and ink

We all know what Thomas Jefferson would probably think

If he saw Barack Obama take his place in the Oval Office

The worst part about is that there’s no end to this tale

Hatred never dies

The rich get richer

And inflation shall rise

The Earth is getting hotter

And kids with no fathers are fodder for free labor

America is a mess

What else is new?

And while I don’t know what to do

I do know, in a way, what the future holds

If the rapture comes true and salvation’s in sight

I feel like Jesus just might take a pause

He’ll look at our country with a horrid glare in his eye

He’ll step back and let loose a concerned sigh

And even after the believers worshipped and prayed

On that day, the lord shall say

“This can’t be what life is”