I ain't trickin the narrative, People say it's suicidal or it's arrogance Crucify me as heretic, perished to embarrassment Heralding under marriages, pocketed in it's garishness Murders splurges is fervently, gather me, it's inheritance Kill the messenger, knock em' down and blow across a blessed verse Massacre the hours till the power aches and seconds hurt Fate is half a mistress, but the rest of her's a passenger She is tragedy to those whoses death defines and makes her work I don't believe in time, stick a knife into my spine Watch the shadow bleed me dry then take my eyes and leave me blind Heavens hell is no surprise I'm just here to scrutinize the euthanized Despise the sacrifice but never eulogize I sworn to elegance, decadently in sentences Maybe I'm just a veteran running out of his medicine Maybe a definite epitaph would've been generous But all I get's a whisper, "Yo where the fuck is Connecticut?"
Pray for the day that the lies don't find you Pray that the end isn't right behind you
Yo Listen Yo, So pick your poison Shotgun shell to the face, Or pull this sidearm from my waist Ruin the whole scene, I ain't coming from a civilized place Where violence is preferred to sitting and saying grace The young warlocks ain't got patience or respect Cause the animal within don't even speak that dialect And all they know is war, So you better come correct They'll catch a bullet to the head just for dramatic effect These savages is mean and only understand gun fire Don't get caught slippin up in the jungle squire They want your armor so believe in one simple fact Just for that they'll take your face off just like that Lies and deceit, Disguise and critique Be on yo P's and Q's, Wit' everybody you meet And trust is a weakness on this side of the fleet Cause they'll fake showin' loving and leave you bleedin' in the street And that's real
Pray for the day that the lies don't find you Pray that the end isn't right behind you