[Hook: Sims]
I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off
I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off
[Verse 1: Sims]
Death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn
While the Pres meets the press on the White House lawn
I spend my days depressed; my nights trying to shake it off
And they say "We're lost", and I say "You're right"
But my generation is the seeds of Vietnam
They never believed in better bombs
Inevitably, and better to be, so ready[?] to bleed
He said it all wrong, can I get it all calm?
Give a call to my mom, the prison I'm in, or call it a loss?
Causes are lost
Your mind's behind bars and your heart's on the gauze[?]
And f*ck it, I'm ready to walk
This is my veto ' My feet bleeding through my sneakers
Soul leaking[?] through the speaker ' Easy when you see the young gun
Heat seeker lungs stung with black tar
Never act hard than I am ' I never play or pretend
I'm just a man surviving in the modern ways to contend
So turn the fade up to ten, and let the banging begin
Seeds of the 80's party[?] ' Day we shake, took up effects[?]
[?] to our necks by Reagan and friends ' And now to say my amends
Pray for a brighter than the nine-to-five-to-lifer sentence
Michael's[?] picking peppers paying piper penance
Even I could rise to menace, or stoop to greatness
Either way, my dues are paid in full
Some choose to play the wolf
Some play the sheep and cry ' I choose
'Til the day I die
[Hook: Sims]
I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off
I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off
[Verse 2: Sims]
Live wire, march to the tap of the typewriter
Nine ciphers looking for life in my head
I'm tired of the voices; never had a choice to rest
Gotta press, wait[?], gotta tread
But I wish I would've never heard the news
And now I know what you really said: confusing mess
That sh*t is fresh, but still inside the fear's consuming
Trying to put the foot down just to stop this fear from moving
So I could catch up ' But f*ck it, I bloom another match up
To another cig I swore to be my last one
The chain went off of that and spit the hack up on the deck
Just to pull exactly where I laid a step
My stressed breath's getting shallower with every pull
And in effect, death feeling restless for the-- (I don't know what to do)
But in its essence, it wrecks me
Like two speeding cars one-way intersecting
And I'm left guessing, "Which one's gonna make it out?"
Well I got pins in my frame, so this time I'm breaking out
So for now I stroll alone on a broken glow[?], smoking bones as a ghost
I'm on the walking comatose ' Features frozen
Expression is dead as a president's slogan
I need a medic to set it
I've said it in a better moment than now
Lost crow, lost soul
Found on the branch of the Doomtree
And if the day does to you what the day does to me
Throw your f*cking hands up and thank "God" for Lazerbeak
Thank "God" for Doomtree
[Outro: Sims]
I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what the day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off
Washed ashore with bullet holes, in all civilian clothes
And I still ain't got it right, so I walk some more
And bid this burning city a good night