Intro

Hello…I Am…you know

Verse 1

I got a Honda Accord that's been falling apart

I got an anaconda source of knowledge cause I'm smart

Add up the commas of more pieces of art

Pack up marijuana, spark and let's depart

I embark on journeys to practice and lark

As I gallop through a palace of mallets and charts

I valor a talent of a balanced ballet

I'm the whole fucking package, can't order a la carte

Smoking on cabbage to bracket my smarts

Sometimes I need to let go, and toke on the tart

Now I'm relaxed, kick back and collapse

Attract a reaction of synapses intact

Perhaps I'll adapt to the contraption of time

I'll elapse in my attack in the impact of rhyme

When I climax, I'll fly back to fight back what's left behind

But now is the time to recline my spine and hope that I can find what derives of my mind

Chorus

This is of those days I laid up and prayed

Please don't let the shadows stray my way

I got enough on my plate, I don't need more stress

I need to contemplate and take a fresh breath

Verse 2

I'm haunted by my past

And the ways in which I've acted

But acting like an ass

Made the man that I am trapped in

Reap in your sorrows

Don't forget about tomorrow

For living lavish is the hardest lesson to borrow

You can wake up and be glum

Or get up and get shit done

Either way you walk out that day the same person

It's the same price to be sad or have fun

So why does a person have to pull a trigger on a gun?

For what evils has the man on the other end done?

For what has the man who pulled the trigger think he's won?

For what hell's dwelled in my cousin?

Hello…I Am The Fellow who you took him from

I still remember my mother's face she was stunned

I could see the weight drag her down it was a tonne

I get in the booth and my tongue starts to lunge

I speak the truth and this is only half of a lung

For what has the man who pulled the trigger done?

He took a life he's a fucking devil

What's the difference between one life and several?

If you've taken off a head, how is yours still level?

Is a medal of lives taken one to embezzle?

The end of war is a blood stained flag that revels

An army is just trained bloodhounds in a kennel

All we have left are dog tags to honor the metal

The pen is mightier than the sword but my bullet wrestles my pencil

How can a war ever be successful if it's full of deceased blood vessels?

What is a martyr? What is a rebel?

Does a dead man deserve a temple or rose pedal?

We love our freedom, but believe in the forgetful

If you watched a person die, how is that fry still edible?

Yet burgers and fries comprise our 4th of July festival?

This shit is not ethical

It’s fucked up like genitals

This topic should not be so flexible

Death is not accepted until it's relative

It's not digestible until it's heart felt and sensible

This is a vegetable of rhyme, nutrition for your mind

For no reason do I see death as acceptable

If a heaven’s doors exist, there is a bloodstained vestibule

The only question is, is murder reprehensible?

I get in the booth and my tongue starts to lunge

I speak the truth and this is only half of a lung