Signal to the brain [bad word]  stutter, pull yourself together
Flutter in my eye from the burning sky; toxins can’t be measured
Watch what I say ‘round who ‘round here ‘cause nope, no you
NEVER know intentions of the faceless, wasted replacements
I CELEBRATE another day spent hunting footprints on the pavement
Leading to the CAVES where the slaves went grabbed sharp rocks and engraved it
Thank god that SOMEBODY saved it to pass it on to generation XY the [bad word] flex MUSCLES Under developed and immature see the chest swell up
TELL ‘EM  I’m all gone no good to you now cash your chips and be out
READ THE sign all wrong lit a smoke at the bar they started pushing me out
No wonder got storm clouds the people been warned now but they was never
TOLD HOW, and we was never listening- oh child didn’t mama tell you ‘bout the
DAY when you’d have to man the [bad word] up stop being a punk what, what was that
SPIT it up or give it up forever hold your peace; do yourself a favor and
RELEASE cancerous teeth cramping your reach
Keep ‘em spinning in their graves, tell ‘em

Cherish my disease/ who’s first to be the last of a dying breed

If thunder had no name you’d know it just the same ‘cause fear is in your VEINS
And a thorn is in your side and a cramp is in your brain
‘Cause now you can’t DECIDE
Whether to wrong your rights from the longest night

Play it honest, right? Place it on your life
SEE NO evil? Yes, evil do I see, hear, smell, taste, [bad word] from my own people? Yes, justice locked away until the [bad word] But ’TIL THEY PLACE US where wild things bust and we buried face up
I’m KEEP digging my way my way up out the dirt up out the hurt

ABOUT TO BURST with a thousand words on the tip of my tongue and a song unsung
HERO living out a shopping cart wouldn’t be so bad if you ain’t mock him hard
Shed Dead Skin I’m a Shed Dead Skin I’m a Shed Dead Skin
IN THE Red West Winds where you go to scatter ashes and you end up scattered past it

Without that glimmer in your eye , without that limp in your step
Without that blemish on your pride, without that whiskey on your breath
I count steps from my government options  Black suits, red ink, white ties
Brown bags speak louder than the toxins, I’ll take my chances with a one-sided die

Sunset smeared on my unchecked fears now my blood sweats tears
That’s one less gear that my brain gotta grind
And one less problem on my mind