Released on November 6, 2011

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OPEN - LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS

Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"

Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks

In the Heights you know we got it "open"

Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks

Down in EC they got it "open"

This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip

They love it when I spit, I got it "open"

I'm a walking talking living cliche of an entire generation

Raised by single women and television with no direction

Deacon, once an angel of compassion

Now a child of sin, go figure

Blotted mind Kounterclockwise against time

Backs against the wall

Me against them all

Even against myself

This is a cry for help from a boy who cried wolf, take a look

I'm like a crook with a loaded nine millimeter, with a hair finger temper

Mouth full of brown liquor, nose full of (hard narcotics)

Fu@k my oppressor and false deliverer

We gonna get ya

I wanna feel but my heart has no desire

I wanna smile but these drugs got me wired

I wanna die but this gun won't fire and I got a damn bloodlust like a vampire

Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"

Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks

In the Heights you know we got it "open"

Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks

Down in EC they got it "open"

This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip

They love it when I spit, I got it "open"

Today is just like yesterday and tomorrow will be just like today

Just another manic Monday thru Sunday

Saw my psychiatrist, suggests Prozac twice a day

I done drove my girl away, my momma thinks i'm crazy, i'm even starting to scare me

But i ain't afraid to tell you that i'm scared B, ecoto-morph lost in insanity

It seems life has lost it's faith in everything

Warning the wise is killing

This will probably be my last recording cause the way i be popping pills and drinking

I'll be dead in the morning

But until then this lyrical lesson will keep you guessing, will he jump

Will he jump?

I'm swan-diving off the terminal tower, a Kounterclockwise shower

Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"

Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks

In the Heights you know we got it "open"

Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks

Down in EC they got it "open"

This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip

They love it when I spit, I got it "open"

Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"

Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks

In the Heights you know we got it "open"

Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks

Down in EC they got it "open"

This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip

They love it when I spit, I got it "open"