Thought It Was A Drought (2020)
Bravo
I'm quietly waiting, I'm tryina be patient
But they want me to wait for Simon to Say it
But I am too faded so talk to my agent
Or they talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation
No negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation
Take drugs in rotation
The AK gon sound like a standing ovation
They land in your facial, bandana rosacea
I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios
I think there's a specific story in these bars that Wayne abstracts into his art in order to send a message. I'll try to go through it step by step and give my best guess at what he's saying.
He's trying to patiently wait out an unpleasant situation, and realizes that there are those who believe they can tell him how to behave. His retort is that anyone who wants to talk at him directly will risk becoming nothing but a memory in their community. He then reiterates the fact that the time for talking is over, and that any positive relationship that might have existed in the past is now gone. All he wants is what he's owed, and lays out the consequences for what will happen if he doesn't get it. The last bit is an even more abstracted description of the fireworks that will pop off if he doesn't get his money.
Or he's just spazzing on the microphone as per usual.
I really like the standing ovation comparison. You can almost hear the noise.