Put down all your weapons Let me in through your open wounds
You got the coal and ash in your hand Fire in your heart but no master plan Burn through your bridges, everybody ran Destroy friendships like nobody can Turn off the faucet, you try to force it Stumble to save it, but then you lost it Own first weapon, everybody's stepping Get far away, but "Who you reppin'?" Sadly it's us, but when you bust Sounds recycled stop being rushed Kick it with it, no one to kick it with you know or ??? wicked Dead on description, my prescription Quit cold turkey, my affliction Blaming, sinking over and over Break the chains of constant friction Waving goodbye take off and fly Another friendship is going to die Add it to the pile, it won't be the last Strut off that unless you break your caste Never your fault, always theirs List of complaints, nobody cares Washing my hands, truth be damned Keep this wish you'll sing to the sand Run the course, what's the source of inspiration cause you sound forced Open wound closed double band-aid On my toes now, with my plans made Connections cut, gates are shut Done with this, no if's, and's, or but's Do me a favor, save the frown Shut your mouth, put your weapons down