"Until It Breaks" Verse #4

This is something for your people on the block to
Blackout and rock to/Give you what you need
Like "Papa who shot you?"/Seperate the weak from the obsolete
Too meek/I creep hard on impostors
And switch styles on the dime/Quick-witted y'all
Quit trippin' I don't have time for your crying
I grind tough/Sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang, bang/Little monkey-man playing
With the big guns only get you slayed
I ain't playin'/I'm just sayin
You ain't got a sliver of a chance
I get ill and ride the rythm while you quiver in your pants
So shake, shake-down/Money, here's the break down
You can play the bank/I'ma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now [bad word]  to getcha
I'm just a Banksy/You're a Brainwash/get the picture?
It's like that...

"Waiting for the End"

This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen through the tone and the violent rhythm and
Though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em
We say yeah / with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear
Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear

Waiting for the end [bad word] / wishing I had strength to stand
This was not what I had planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light / thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I want to do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room / Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so

What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead so
Picking up the pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again