Testo Not Alright - Sandpeople

Not Alright

Simple:
You’re not supposed to let the sun go down on beats
so props to anyone who don’t show teeth
I’m here to borrow all the words that a photo speaks
and if you listen you would know those things
But listen, I’ma let you know what dodos think
a six-legged brontosaurus with a coat all mink
You try flipping up your collar, but your boat all sink
You sitting in the bathtub, cold cuts, no blood to drink
and I’ve been stuck and think about the past three days
last three things I did to steer me in the passing lane
Most times it’s just luck that leads me to success
most times leave me just as much stress
So don’t multiply your chance of defeat
pick your phone up and answer the ring
Rolling up the ramp where Tantalus stands
and the brink of getting the rock to the top
so he stop just to celebrate the feat
Chorus (IAME):
You probably never seen me this way
these aren’t things that normal people display
I’ve lost a few days to this beast in my skull
with no sleep and it shows
I keep composure with a bigger dose
I’m not alright
Gold:
Level-headed 'til my left brain’s right
life’s a chess game in one L-shape
I’ma take what’s mine
Shadow jouster, I tightrope my high hopes fine
you and I know the bouncer, but we’re still in line
Find your way through hell’s gates from the one-way sign
A trail of cellmates will stalemate time
Sharpie my existence on the inside of your eye
so you’ll never forget the vision in which beauty lies
I’m ugly, a two-way mirror
and the only thing to fear is fear itself
Unplug me off the wall 'cause doomsday’s near
all in all, I don’t trust me when I need my help
it must be (I'm not alright)
IAME:
This has all the makings of a wreck
right down to the faulty wiring
and all you firing off of the mouth
saying «help me out»
All you firing your pieces
only IAME trying to find out where peace fits
it’s making me sick
I’m not quite a drunken master
more like a walking disaster
shadow-boxing assassin
shadow hills target practice
consist of me and bullet with my name on it
the rest is history
Ready for a bias spin on it
I’ve been wanting to change
but I’m too caught up in these things
I’m just marking the days off this calendar
like I can’t wait to get out of here
Man, I can’t wait
mo-b:
What you know about being afraid?
We fall in line, apologise, 'til our souls are
Yo, the devil’s got a, a crooked smile
'cause his better half ain’t shown his face in quite a while
What you know about a holy crusade?
Just sit and die, while I wonder how the story could change
Just sit and sigh, signified by a glorious case of passing time
I’ve never felt the need to explain, just passing by
asking why your most high resides at a mountain top
yo I’d rather walk with god, seven trumpets to finale
with a pitchfork tugging at my sleeve
best believe there’s more to the score than the ink and tally
(what you know about being afraid?)
(I'm not alright)