| It’s been a long time |
| Since I left you |
| Somethin' honest |
| Rattle the cage |
| Technically this is how no one should behave |
| At my age or any I’ve been |
| Him wild explode culprit |
| De-hoped pope no pulpit |
| Plough rope throat pull it |
| Tillin' earth til it hurt |
| Or worse, revert |
| You to careless |
| Talkin' cavern depths |
| Lost flailing flareless |
| Kinda careless |
| Comet crash doesn’t care where |
| It’s kinda rare |
| When I see a sign that isn’t ominous |
| Look how disconnected this collective has gotten us |
| It’s a hurt that’s sheer |
| And works beyond the gears that grind tears |
| Like many a painful truth’s head rears |
| While one unkindly… gets on in years |
| The wicks that were my ears |
| Now poorly impersonate hear |
| And I’m good with that |
| Like wolves in Hell slowly removing flesh stripped from my back |
| Good with that |
| Forever with this fever |
| Feelin' insane sickness |
| Fuckin' failure like I paid for it |
| Ain’t chorus, just ripe slice of truth |
| Long in tooth to my youth |
| I let my ambition use your body |
| And selfish is where selfish got me |
| If it weren’t for the affections I show my cat |
| I don’t know in this life where love’s been at |
| And that is real talk |
| Motherfucker, I fed my young to the hawk |
| (I fed my young to the hawk |
| Real talk) |
| Walk up on a man like I know his father |
| (I fed my young to the hawk |
| Real talk) |
| Not yet free man though |
| Demon let my people go |
| I make, not pretend |
| Some shit not fit |
| For social media |
| Or hitting 'send' |
| This brave new world |
| Does obtusely use the term 'friend' |
| I’m wary of this |
| Capitalist pigs |
| Not meaning what I say |
| Add no meaning to my live |
| Life dig night away |
| To decorate your grave all day |
| I worry for our world |
| In a worst of a way |
| That is to say |
| I bet polar ice caps taste like chicken |
| And I will go to work, hmm, and/or prison |
| At all cost make a labor of living |
| Victim to victim |
| Some futures elude prediction |
| 'Cause they are exactly like the present |
| And therein lies a lesson weapon: |
| When your cell is both in and outside |
| It should be no surprise |
| You will soon define freedom by your confines |
| (Beat 'em up and feed 'em |
| To a greed you keep unchecked |
| What will keep you weak |
| We’ll see, oh maybe a check) |
| I work, that’s it |
| Ain’t rich, no worth |
| Will hurt, that’s Earth |
| Unless you a beast |
| Then we eat yo' shit! |
| World First |
| I work |