Excavate what I can how you gon allocate me
my own fucking land reanimated
I once had kicked the bucket
im back cutting up a list of reasons
I love my mother’s laugh,
the best one is thats just what it is
can full of crumpled sheets I need another draft,
put it on my tab
it get ugly hugging on that cold mug
or flask the folly of man
I found my father in my furtive glance
furrowed brow im back warmer than
I was forward further transmuting one
to ten the only difference is the circle
boosted signal virtue to the kid,
he implement it as a bigger person
sword tip pointed at the voices,
long nights, the candle stick all wick, short highs,
ill see you where the pawns rise
some people job is to fall walk
light otherwise stomp
troglodytes need the lights off
you keep your sharks bite and shine
on inspire more with ya time,
im in the wind like Wichita
told Al keep the griddle hot shouts to spitta shouts to
all my niggas gettin by dreams of living large
the streetcar called pride
dropping niggas off in the morgue,
its no free rides out here anymore
but it never really was, its not normal
but I swear this shit is regular, FTR