I never learn, concerned there's no consequence Situation tense as I test my tolerance Volatile verbs fall between common words Daily drama frays nerves Humans move in herds, seems so obscured I observe minute movements confused with your speech Heard a tinge of fear when you preach Only seems natural Actual parables pertain to non factual events That are pushed as past tense Kept thought concise when I vent but can't focus Concrete terrain turned molten Turmoiltous days fall consecutive on shoulders of men Got enough weight without being condemned
We lost sight of how to use these mics What scripts we write How to choose our fights (We lost sight)
Yo, wearily I dragged bruised knuckles Wearing Lee jeans and nameplate belt buckles Grip a 58 with that same strange conviction Give a fuck who listens Long as I'm rippin' Verses laced wit wisdom Born of foul conditions Content wit fire hydrants when we're children Never guessed at summers end half would be in prison Past 30 years, thankful that I'm living Lost sight of heaven when my men slept in caskets Tap straight to pain that's how my rhymes are crafted Love my Brown Bastards Display survival tactics Actions always louder than vocals amplified Hopeful that my seeds won't be vilified There's always iller rhymes Living in horrid times Habitat produce youth equipped with iller minds
We lost sight of how to use these mics What scripts we write How to choose our fights (We lost sight)