I gotta pardon you what
Trying to say life is a path to a box
Am I guessing Armageddon
Just tarnished the rock
Regardless it spins
Dance or plot
Try heal the pain
Like Arnica does
But when that don’t
Yeah hard liquor does
I said hard liquor does
They say that the come down’s
Part of the buzz
It’s selfdestructive
At the heart of the rush
We all want a
Person to love
Person to trust
Person to jump
Over hurdles with us
And I’ve found that person
I’m certain it’s love
I ain’t gonna stay searching
Or yearning with lust
While clutching a pain
That remains in my gut
How can I do that
Brain would erupt
Gotta live life
Till my frame won’t budge
How can I look down
When I gotta aim up
Like jet planes
Heading into space from da crust
Face of the man
In the seat stays fearless
Vacate the mainstream
Stay with the realness
Do this for life
No mistake I’m serious
Like a blade in the heart
In the dark put fear in us
Creeping nearly rearing
Near to us
Breaths on my neck
Feel sheer mysterious
Here’s turned weird
Echos feel the eeriness
Sound of the voiceless
I dream they’re hearing us
I dream they’re here
With an open ear for us
Downed like vodka
Things ain’t as clear as it
Yet I’m watching fearless
Life’s mysterious
Holding tight to the wheel
That’s steering it
Ain’t nuttin like me
Ain’t nuttin like you
Cause everybody’s different
Gotta stay clued to the instincts
We could all die in an instant
Won’t live life as a prisoner
Rival the system
Lips speak code on the phone
That’s wisdom
Man are getting tapped
Like spliff ends
Burning the candle
At both ends drifting
So I’m pissed with the piff
And a Rizla with griz in
Missing the days
When we were just kids ‘n
Man it’s all so far from this
What happened
To fun without drugs
And how come everyone
Fucks but don’t love
And why mans gotta be acting unjust
When they ain’t nothing more
Than a man that just fronts
Got the flows robust
When I open it up
Cold blood thrown up
On the road froze up
No luck got stuck
So what I’m cut
Like blunts with the punk
No trust that’s us
Clutch rough to the stuff
That’s makes us fucked
See facts face up
In the rate race bruv
Bust traps trace back
To the place now dust
Burnt down to the ground
Whilst trying to build up