Storefront glass bursts onto the city streets
A country shouting loudly and it wonders if you’re listening
Cautious and exhausted as it mumbles it’s soliloquy
Buildings burn like cigarettes
Your leader gassed the ministry
No problem with elections
It’s the options that you giving me.
Why these rock stars turn cop cars to chimneys.
Bobby wide awake while you sleeping with the enemy
Power to the people till we're equal over everything
Nothings ever banned like a hand with a wedding ring
Choke a man to death and televise the evidence
Oedipus on reddit like they should’ve practiced etiquette
Proof is in the pudding and the puddings full of medicine
Ya hopping off the fence I’m a menace to the menacing
Fuck Joe Biden. What the fucks the point of settling?
Build an institution and the senate would be trembling.
I’m sick to death of centrists and everything they’re peddling.
You people aren’t the answer. It's the question that’s unsettling.
What is freedom worth if it never leads to better things?
I’d rather kill your kings than keep voting for your presidents
I’d rather clip it’s wings than add wings upon my residence
Where brutality is legal the laws become irrelevant
You want to start an era in a period of sentences?
Beg for validation that you traded for your relevance
Mimicking your masters cause their slavery was elegant
It’s why you getting jacked
In a room full of elephants
My thoughts are very sobering
You coming down from sedatives
Knock before you enter and do not disturb the Mexican
I swear to God you motherfucks are going to be the death of him
I remember thinking words were building blocks for pyramids
Bumping Hieroglyphics hoping some would take it serious
Hoping against hope I don’t feel this way forever
A bunch of manic episodes
That sleep will string together
I remember thinking words were building blocks for pyramids
Bumping Hieroglyphics hoping some would take it serious
Hoping against hope I don’t feel this way forever
A bunch of manic episodes
That sleep will string together
The plot thickens we are trapped in a page
In a hole in the wall like a rat in a cage
History and violence are rehearsed like a play
We’re played like card and then carted away
Can we think can we act
Can we collectively change?
Is how we treat each other what we expect in exchange?
It makes them nervous when the people find a purpose
Gotta watch what you eat
Gotta practice what you preach
Gotta learn gotta teach
No Justice, No peace
You take away a life
People take away the street
It’s not about the mask or what’s hidden underneath
It’s not about your party having parties at the beach
I try to be the shepard with a flock of fucking sheep
But who am I to lead? I’m exhausted as my feet
Throwing caution to the wind
Feeling winded when I speak
I’m sickness I’m the symptom
Quoting Milhouse in my sleep
Oh Puppy Goo Goo fetch me a dream
Running from a creature from the comfort of a Jeep
Screaming in a camera like I’m Meryl fucking Streep
Raindrops crash, still water in a glass
I escape, I am great, I’m awake in a flash
Look at that, I wanted what I have
I turned the written word into grifted gift of gab
I am not a writer I’m a thinker with a plan
I blink the big picture and the simple understand
But vanity persists posting pics on the Gram
I’m a spic, sailing down the river Styx in a raft
I am hip, I’m the shit, I am rich, I am sad
Watch a country profit flip every kid it can grab
I get pissed, I persist, swing and miss, God Damn
I complicate the simple and I simplify the man
Then I put it over music and release it to the fans
I remember thinking words were building blocks for pyramids
Bumping Hieroglyphics hoping some would take it serious
Hoping against hope I don’t feel this way forever
A bunch of manic episodes
That sleep will string together
credits
from PRESS START,
released December 3, 2021
Ft. Greenlights
