Life so much no longer surprised by it
Unless I force hard rights on all my nine habits
Hop of my human sized hyena, drop baggage
And I shall hone a fist from sunset
Slowing the roll in my chest
Full of generally civil unrest
Whatever less wriggles my neck with nod
And infects my grad coded relationship
With shit that steals in from the barb light
Bright blacks of how I think or don't these days
Rapping pays very little in the greatest scheme of
Humans doing it per square inch of internet
I wonder if years in become less
The window to the head
Raw talk I like my presidents dead
Few weeks ago white lady told me, "I'm allergic to bread."
I of course blame the cops
One percent and what a wet eat with lead
I do death to death and back again with them
Burlaps sacks full of their flesh
And I took the best I look
As I emerged
Lost in thought
About how complex the human eye is
Polling so violent
But rappers get all the credit
Go to see a Lion, not the animal that fed it
Fuck Texas
Life is an overdriven ballet of
Banal and incredible exit
That's right I said it...
Fuck Texas
That's right
That's
That's right
Fuck
Fuck Texas
That's right
That's right
That's right
Fuck Texas (Wear your flag)
Fuck Texas
That's right
That's right
(Wear your flag)
Fuck Texas
That's right
That's right
(Wear your flag)
That's right
That's right
(Wear your flag)
That's right
That's right
(Wear your flag)
(Wear your flag)
(Wear your flag)
(Wear your flag)