so i choose to speak fast; nevermore it never lasts goodbye to the other side of confidence youve never lacked pull up to pen and pad see the writing fading fast burning in my hand its the effigy of epitaph still got my skin intact; veal from the holy calf god im so faded; look at what ive had i blew some inspiration, crushed up 30 em gees mainline the technique; freebase the em cees wont let it affect me, in fact it protects me chug a case of my dreams, then i crush it against me the samples a messiah the beats are my blessing look to the sky for god or just keep texting took a dirty spoonful and sat in roomfull of hopes wrapped tight like wool on spool and tried to remove the knots that my mind brought by smoking the remains of the auditory onslaught they scrape veins right through the rain they scrape veins right through the rain they scrape veins right through the rain dont worry they kinda like the pain they scrape veins right through the rain they scrape veins right through the pouring rain they scrape veins right through the rain dont worry to them its all the same enough i digress forced purposelessness youre lost can't find steps it seems there's one way left fuck it, ive been there before, out in front of your own house, with the key, broken off,in the door windows are locked and its pouring rain nobody else is home, and noone feels the same way that you do right now, thats just a facade like the front wall of your house, projecting the mirage you could see the oasis, if not for the trees shake yourself free from the canopies of enemys with energies colored darker shades than hennessy wont let ya be ever witness to the serenity clearly fell to the hell from the heavenly, wont let me see all the tales that you been telling me they scrape veins right through the rain they scrape veins right through the rain they scrape veins right through the rain dont worry they kinda like the pain they scrape veins right through the rain they scrape veins right through the pouring rain they scrape veins right through the rain dont worry to them its all the same if was to breakup the vinyl, slide it behind em, grind it up slowly till it tickled inside em took em and guide em, show how to divide em, could they then understand why i do this despite em not if im smiling, the bridge with no pilings could still be burnt with reasons or violence so ill never be silent, i know i can hide it i dont need the comfort to keep myself occupied he went from cells to reign no sales to fame the glory that never came, got lost in the frame can you quell my blame, i still spell my name lost in the d e t a l e game yes i am the laymens term in laymens terms somewhere in between all the earth and the worms yea yea detale yea yea i know my place in the system with my mic in your face match strikes in the place, i reach rapture i hope you capture, what im after all the actors talking in circles would be better off working community service so whats the verdict? is the judge here or am i talking to serpants who can tell me that i dont deserve it when i open my mouth all words come out perfect

nowadays noah couldnt make it on noahs ark we try to start the spark, but we waited for the dark its too dark, and too large, we cant play a part illuminating night to get a look at the heart thats broken apart, the target becomes the mark the black spot signifies the ending of the arc of life, they brought, the blame and spread it through the park attracting all of them, like blood to the sharks the murderer walks, talks, got lost in the cross the innocent, guilty, by a swarm of hawks doctors push pills to the kids in the malls when they're grown up theyll never own up to faults with credit default, swaps, and legalized crime twist bags of dope, tight like serpentine (synthetic opiates) hit the mind from within but its cheaper in the street let it climb in the skin if i kept standing, this way on this day wouldnt sway, would it take your mind off the hurricane or would it push you further so id have to explain my state as i stay away from the pain am i sane cus i question sanity every day i stay inside the abstract, hard facts will never lay but i rest my head on the glove compartment while youre driving to the end of the world that never bent my friend the world will end when it ends in the end my friend the world will end in the end my friend the world will end when it ends in the end cus im the only friend alive enough not to pretend and in the harvest this town brought nothing for you, you reap nothing to lose cus you sow the bad news with my bad tooth biting hard stabbing at sad truth go on standing / there aint no one to catch you and did you think id let you, get down and crawl like a dressed animal the overthought minimal its fucked up, youre fucked up, laying in the hall motherfucker get up, you dont got the time to fall and taken slowly down, this is the conclusion of the sound you might turn down, might bury in the ground either way you cant stop when the syllables abound either way you cant muffle when i turn that shit around and ill still keep ghost riding through the ghost town with my ear to the sound, motherfuckers look at me now if youre lost then im found, hundred miles under ground still looking for the ark still trying to take you down

Lost yourself in the factory conveyor belt, highway of manufacturing you put your hands up, smokestacks to the sky, cus the roof can't block the sunlight from your eyes and the last time we spoke you mentioned anger, you mentioned danger, i promised i'd keep you in range of my closest contact, but i didnt know how to act when it all fell, like raindrops through the cracks and development came, slowly but sharply, remember the nights when we would listen to our heartbeat syncopated rythms of the multitrack arteries drop by drop, we could go where we ought to be so we went there, you told me not to be scared we werent what they meant when they said that we should beware then we drew in our sleep every corner of the street and mapped the roads to our dreams to keep a carbon copy of the moment before it became it old to the highest bidder sold. lemme give it up to take hold of myself and i can't figure out where you dwell broken lense, and i cant see in i can look through, i try to pretend and ive walked through the smoke that the winter still frosts but maybe youre not lost, you just ran outta my thoughts so i guess you can blame me for giving up this fast, but maybe, ive grown tired of the thought of still looking around with feet deep in the ground, you told me, no one could stop us now yeah, well tide is out now only memories flow through this concrete town with the cardboard figures of the people as they pass and their penetrating gaze, like the light through the glass and nowadays i sit alone to drown in the flask heavy heart on my sleeve, that belongs in the trash and the pieces that i keep, as i sift through the ash just remind me of the person that was gone too fast Lost yourself in the factory conveyor belt, highway of manufacturing you put your hands up, smokestacks to the sky, and the roof didn't block the sunlight from your eyes broken lense, and i cant see in i can look through, i try to pretend and ive walked through the smoke that the winter still frosts but maybe youre not lost, you just ran outta my thoughts how many times i gotta go to the steps and then i turn around because there is nothing left you wont know that i will never forget cus that last thing you said was that memories fade

we arrived at the right place at the right time swigs of cheap vodka jumping to the mind the adrenaline rush now, the tingle in the spine opposites they were paint and we were turpentine on their turf now straight, behind their high school i told my boys wait, keep it real keep cool keep it steady so we fuck em up leave em lying in mud leave em with a memory so they never fuck with us they were pushing ten and we were pushing ten strong it was midnight we kept quiet to avoid an alarm we were south of the county verse north of the county now were in too deep no time to be doubting they finally came, the words hit like the rain typical back and forth talk its the same who fuck whos girl who called who a faggot we didnt give a fuck none of us were gonna have it the first punch thrown, and a groan from the top followed by the shouts, its was time to let it drop two tidal waves collide with the fury of the fight get hit in the chest hit him back with a right escalation, was the name of the game, never felt the pain alcohol in the vein people on the ground, getting kicked around i got a fist to the back of the head, i fell down opened my eyes to the wet grass, roll fast got out of the way missed a boot as it crashed down where my head lay a moment before no longer a fight it was motherfucking war get the fuck up, now we're soldiers and their enemies doing anything we can, to interrupt identity smash my fist against the soft of their face gotta make sure, itll give way when it breaks gotta make sure, every single one of them pays gotta make sure, kick em while their down where they lay and i see the blood dripping out of my face a split second is alot so i pay for my mistake feeling dizzy on the ground, enemy over me blows to my body, covered in blood, cant see then i hear a thud, try to adjust my mental my boy helps me up, in his hand something metal i look down to the ground, to see the enemy face down on the ground, skull bleeding at the seam and my man in his hand an aluminum bat the one years before that he was given by his dad i can hardly see, but we ran away quick get off the field and we jet to the whip meet up at the local exxon what the fucks going on, should we set the alarm my man near in tears, and we're all shaken "i didnt wanna hit him on the head, i could feel the skull breaking but he was trying to kill you," he said to me to hide my fears i looked down at my feet we could hear the rescue helicopters near by i could tell by his eyes there was no hope here so we went home, nothing else to do all together but entirely trapped in solitude that night none of us could sleep cus we knew in the morning we'd be woken up by the news about a murder in a brawl, the suspect was known so my man turned himself in there on that phone

and its a long way away from home now, weve all been lost, now we steer alone, how it seems time has passed, but really which one of us stopped to check a watch last water level's rising, im standing on my own horizon, looking through the mirror realizing, this wasnt my only choice i could have stopped, understood the importance of timing i try to see the silver lining, among redefining my life goals, realigning and redesigning the things that meant most to me i was a farm boy, now im struggling to see in the dust of the desert now im breathing heavily in the heat from the helmet to the boots on my feet feeling dizzy in my head like im trapped in a dream what was a farm boy is now a militant machine the future you have tomorrow, will not be the same future you had yesterday but you took away your chance to swallow, any words when you signed your name on that page its a new war, theres no men in uniform you fight the poor at the steps of their own doors what the fuck do you take me for, i was born way before they stepped into the storm and i grew up, two decades, nothing has changed new name, new place, still were on the same page but if my past taught me anything real, fuck the future, the present dictates how i feel i was raised on a small nebraska farm grew food and some income, never asked for harm but corporations, big business multinational saw cash in our land and decided that the rational thing to do, was to sue through the loopholes they got the power, lobbyists write the new rules with the money they invest in our congress if corporations were people we would have em locked up and the money they spend taking from people like my father who was saving his own trying to put me through college put him in debt, still i yearned for education got a promise and handshake, i signed the registration the future you have tomorrow, will not be the same future you had yesterday but you took away your chance to swallow, any words when you signed your name on that page yes sir, M4 fully auto uniform ready, rations that i swallow in my ruck sack, night vision, gas mask, wont stop when the flags at half mast trigger finger ready, either them or me so imma keep it steady i want blood spraying out like its confetti ill try to color the world with my own eyes if not, im not surprised, i crossed my old lines i dip to side of the alley to the left heart beating in my head, only breath in my chest theres a figure round the corner holding something in its hand took position with the stand instinct of a man my body armor heats up, better than a bullet matter of fact, its about time to pull it crosshairs centered across the hair, enter the 5.56 by 45 through the window direct hit, objects fall through the mist my squad tries to stop me, im not convinced that what i hit is anything but the enemy till i open my eyes and see a girl of thirteen

here i am spitting image in your face, you're forcing cancer down your throat thoughts provoked by what you wrote in smoke it took a little bit to notice, yeah just a the little you would choke on that bit if the harness didnt tickle a lightning bugs life is gonna end in a flash overcome by the thunder blast of our last laugh after last supper dad, uncovered in the trash the remains of what he didnt ressurect in the past look at mirror and compare yourself to road kill hold still, let me known how the high the road feels never slowed down by red lights and stop signs bug bites to top crimes crash cars to stop time (forward to my prime) or back to me in the womb yo, lets live it up till we're consumed lets live it up like the beggining of june yo, lets live it up till we're buried in a tomb spoke (once), spoke (twice), in the (cold night) like melting cold ice, you came to grips with your old vice the elephant left the room, noticed the old mice couldnt wait it out to try and see if the truth bites (its not a problem,) said strange, its not a problem to maintain all these colors the same i never trust strangers, not to their face but you and i tried and the color wont erase (this truth or that truth,) i'll search for a substitute looking at you i could maybe see cute maybe see ash pouring into rain gardens better yet waterfalls dying red in the autumn red is the color the color cant change the picture, the picture physically embodies words not written in the scripture, the scripture's written down and written down are my words any equivilent of the sound is unheard if we killed the radio then we'd have room for more birds and i could catch a ride out, on any lines that i heard (they say) if im anything more than word play and mind spray maybe i would make a dollar on the lines i say but its not worth it, my self expression purpose submerged in words maybe one day it will surface to serve you this sound, created by one... completely controlled, and contained in my (hands) can you hear that, its me crossing the threshold of existence through the sounds waves reverberating echos as far as respect goes, its higher than falsetto among the true heads that realize where the bread goes listen close, or the words might slip outta skin and bones, and outta lip spit drips burning mistletoe, bringing heat to the bliss bringing sound to your ears, and the words to your lips but for now im stuck here, out of love not fear its gonna be a long time so i brought souvinears a ten speed bike so i could teach you how to steer and a broken watch to show when i was here give em a broken watch to show the time that i appeared let em know, there's something forming the air