That for some reason you all refer to as a privilege,
I mean, look at me,
My feathers drag, this harp plays out of tune,
I fly about as straight as a blind tugboat through my legacy,
Accidentally killed cupid with his own weaponry,
And man, that was my homie,
Talk about not cut out for these pristine pearly robings"
— Aesop Rock - Bad Karma
Marvel in the lucky news, plug into your DNA
And know the love inside a dying human’s final gesture
I will cut and dry, be leaving with your liver"
— The Uncluded - Organs (Aesop Rock’s Verse)