Turning knot rotting in my gut
Got me feeling so corrupt
Like a second hand politician
I'm a study in malnutrition
Every star I see I'm wishing
Got a deathbed at 12th and mission
New kind of...
Long ago once upon a time
Hundred miles an hour time flew by
Now gravestones become friends
Practice voodoo superstition
Like an archangel from heaven
Got a deathbed at 12th and mission
In need of sleep we crawl the street
American dream gone
Blood dirt money hustle and shceme
Can barely breathe gone
Mentally unfed
Spiritually dead
The flock's been misled
New kind of wicked
Turning knot rotting in my gut
Got me feeling so corrupt
Stamach's screaming deep inside
Another day got no place to hide
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