Own Yours

By Doomtree

On No Kings

Released on 2011

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[Verse 1: P.O.S.]

When’s go?

I’ve been sittin here

I been plotting on the world

Waiting for the right right now

Waiting for the minute when I can get all the way in it and make mine now

Flip that low life round

Strip that crown

Take down heads trying to wear that dead

Yeah, let me kill that

I hit it running, ain’t nothing catching me, that’s that

Matchless

Match to the mattress

Restless

Dreaming

I never believe what I’m seeing

Own world

Own yours

Phone home, own up, get unstuck reeling

Sights high, eye-line low

I might crow (bangarang)

Let it go

But I’ve been sitting here

I’ve been watching

Come close caution

Cut throat, get a rope, lost em...

As if you had him in the first place

I’ve been a rat but I ain’t never seen a cage in the worst way

I crave days where the work’s play

But I can’t seem to satiate, or get away, or get it straight, or get okay with okay

No way

Let me demonstrate

Other shit, own way, loving it all day

Coming with the content

Coming with the nonstop


[Verse 2: Sims]

Coiled in the grass blades make blood boil

Sling snake oil singing these are the last days

These are the things that will ease your pain

These are the keys to the pearly gates

Trade your wage and he’ll learn your name

Earn your place, all it takes

They set the stakes with loaded dice

Shout on high that the end is nigh, but I don’t mind

I don’t deal in fear, I’m so right here

So right now, they got no idea

They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope to cope control the soul like dope

They’re comatose in warming glow, froth and foam

I can feel the storm forming though

Fate and time is all a made-up line

It’s all a made-up line, it’s all a state of mind


[Hook]

And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze

And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows

You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go

And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows

And the fumes head south and the earth will slow

You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go


[Verse 3: Mike Mictlan]

And it ain’t October

Bak’tuns and roses stolen with bare hands will touch back

Crosshairs to hooked snares a tough catch

Got a breath if nobody else sees it

Gonna starve if nobody else eats me

Dead in the water got my knees to the gut rot

Rings in the fire just a breeze to a sunspot

Hmm

And it ain’t all over

Nights are longer before them days get colder

Run home, little soldier

This ain’t the war you’re fighting it’s the Red October

Ughh!

And you don’t have choices

We don’t either cuz we got these voices

But I’m scared when I yell

I’m selling em all poison, broken toys, bones and raw noises

So I hold my own

Hold my word, keep my sword in stone

I swear I’m getting it all wrong

Not the end of the world just the end to this song


[Verse 4: Cecil]

And it goes… Thanks for the invite

Thanks for the memories

Thanks for the insight

We pray that you’ll never leave

We’ll tell stories by a maglite (never leave)

We’re gonna pick up on a fair fight (never leave)

And every morning, noon and midnight

We’ll be torn and bruised from fistfights

May be the oldest news and dissed right to our faces

…so lets take flight

We’ve been a part of the chain for so long

Been a part of the spark of the flame that goes wrong

We’ve been a part for a day and wrote songs about

And we could go on about it

But, the long and the short is…

We got no shortage

We got our pain on payroll

Paint on the canvas with the face of an angel


[Hook]

And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze

And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows

You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go

And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows

And the fumes head south and the earth will slow

You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go