Analog Man Lyrics by Marlon Craft
The post’s humorous, the soul’s posthumous, they’ve gotten us
Lovin’ what we ought not to trust, I’ve forgotten stuff
That used to be the tenets of my grind, rent’s gotten up
A lot’s not enough, the crockpot of justice cookin’ slow
It’s a show, it’s a circus, and we livin’ in the content
Take our information, we ain’t really givin’ consent
Take our information like we tryna keep in touch
Out of touch is what all get, another empty pawn sent
To do the work of false royalty, I’m tryna be somewhere on a beach livin’ off royalties
I’d rather be off-brand than off loyalty
Can I rest in the sand and work where the soil be?
Am I more than a plot that just needs foiling?
Immaculate conceptions, below-average retentions
Scream into voids in hopes that someone gets it
Despair is everywhere, but hope can’t get arrested, damn
I used to think I might be the chosen one
Now I’m just grateful for the growth I’ve done
Feel like they think my mental health woes is overdone
Without the right support I’d be over, done, so if you held up one of my limbs
Then I owe you one
But that type of guilt would leave me body-less
So I mix the gratitude with New York City confidence
While we keep dichotomizing optionless and opulence
I’ll burn with the people on the ground ‘fore I take my place on the rocket ship
Your favorite would be snuggled up next to Elon and ***
Leavin’ you for dead in the cockpit makin’ TikToks of ***
But y’all love that toxic ***
Call it how I see it, how I see it isn’t how they want it known
I guess it’s shame on me
I put the blame on me
‘Cause ain’t nobody else here can hear what they don’t see
Who wanna jump out the window?
What you say, on three?
‘Cause I’ll die tryna fly
Before I’m not what I came to be
I’m just an analog man
In a digital world
I’m just an analog man
In a digital world
And if they throw away what I got to say, at least I littered them pearls
Still could fight with my hands
In this digital world
I guess it’s shame on me
I put the blame on me
‘Cause ain’t nobody else here can hear what they don’t see
Who wanna jump out the window?
What you say, on three?
‘Cause I’ll die tryna fly
Before I’m not what I came to be
I’m just an analog man
In a digital world
I’m just an analog man
In a digital world
And if they throw away what I got to say, at least I littered them pearls
Still could fight with my hands
In this digital world