1But now these younger peeps are totally clowning on me, like I wouldn't even let their dads chill with my dogs.

2For real, what’s the point of their strength when old age is just a vibe gone?

3They were struggling hard, all alone; running to the wilderness like it was a ghost town back in the day.

4They were out here chopping up mallows by the bushes, finding juniper roots for some grub.

5They got kicked out by everyone, like they were thieves or something; savage.

6Living in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves and rocks like total hermits.

7They were making noise among the bushes; gathered under the nettles like a whole squad.

8They were kids of fools, straight-up basic; lower than the dirt, fr.

9And now I’m their whole vibe, like I’m their punchline or something.

10They can’t stand me, they bounce away, and don’t even hold back from spitting in my face.

11They straight up let go of my vibe and messed with me, now they’re just wildin' out.

12On my right, the young guns are flexing; they’re trippin' me up and throwing shade at my path.

13They’re wrecking my flow, setting me up for failure, and I’m out here with no backup.

14They came at me like a tsunami, rolling in with all this chaos.

15Fear is hitting me hard; they chase my soul like it’s a breeze, and my good vibes disappear like a cloud.

16Now my soul is just drained; these days of struggle are gripping me tight.

17My bones are aching all night, and my muscles are like, “No chill.”

18My outfit’s changing ‘cause of this sickness; it’s wrapping around me like a chokehold.

19He threw me in the mud, and now I’m just dust and ashes, no cap.

20I’m yelling out to you, but it’s like you’re ghosting me; I stand up, and you’re just not vibing with me.

21You’re being kinda savage to me, flexing hard against me with your strong vibes.

22You’re lifting me up like I’m on a wind ride, and my whole vibe is just dissolving.

23I know you’re gonna lead me to the end, to that spot where everyone goes, no cap.

24But He won’t reach out to the grave, even if they’re crying out in their downfall.

25Didn’t I lowkey shed tears for the ones in pain? My soul was totally hurt for the needy, fr.

26When I was looking for good vibes, bad energy hit me; when I waited for light, darkness rolled in.

27My insides were boiling, no chill: the days of struggle were just hitting me hard.

28I was out here mourning without the sun: I stood up and cried in the crowd, periodt.

29I’m like a bro to dragons, and chilling with owls, no cap.

30My skin’s looking dark, and my bones feel like they’re on fire.

31My harp's giving major sad vibes, and my organ's just echoing the feels of all the crybabies.

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.

2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

3For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

4Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.

5They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)

6To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.

7Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.

8They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

9And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

12Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

14They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.

15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.

21Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

22Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.

23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

24Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

26When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

29I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.