1st Verse. (Breezy). I'm not high yo I get stoned before & during. shows I kick raps for my stoner bros smoking. with girls like Amber Rose looking like a bull.
Decode me like a cipher. Our secrets can't get lost. I look into your eyes and. Always gladly pay the cost. . We rumble through these jungle streets. Like an airborne terminal illness.
Thrown to the wolves. At the first ring of the morning bell. Long knives and prayers. Come to pave your primrose path to hell. . But you have a choice.
Undermine the system that brings destruction. (Wake up and bury what's dead). Our lives are the cancer to their oppression. (Wake up and bury what's dead).
You lie in the snow, cold but not dead. stare into the sun, long since its last heat. . feel the freeze burn skin. salt your open wounds. a burning desire clears your eyes.
Let me speak free from scorn. Stars like weeds grow unshorn. They lie austere and vain. Old, still as the clay. Crows show our way home. . Night was rain, a falling sea.
I felt like I was in a cage. My body was numb, my head was fixed just right. Too sacred to speak for fear of what cuts me like a knife. . It's a leech on my soul.
Sometimes I feel so far away. Other times I think I need a change today. Unwanted feelings of despair from inside. And all I want is a place to hide. Ch..
trying to stand clear of the scent of the dogs. in a sweat until i ú wave of extinction scatter seed. all that is growing clear energy. . within our vision hover wasps.
Sober is my mind, now that. Misfortune has faced my kind;. Weary glazed stare, Beneath the. Pitch-black hair.. On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn. Flood of tears, caused by strife.