[Hook: Sims]

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

[Verse 1: Sims]

Death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn

While the Pres meets the press on the White House lawn

I spend my days depressed; my nights tryin' to shake it off

And they say "We're lost", and I say "You're right"

But my generation is the seed to Vietnam

And never believed in better bombs

Inevitably imbedded in beats, to better the bleed

He said it all wrong, can I get it all calm?

Give a call to my mom, from the prison I'm in, or call it a loss?

Causes are lost

Your mind's behind bars and your heart's all in gauze

And fuck it, I'm ready to walk

This is my vida with my feet bleedin' through my sneakers

Soul leakin' through the speaker

Easy when you see the young gun, heat seeker

Lungs stung with black tar, never act hard than I am

I never play or pretend

I'm just a man surviving in the modern ways to contend

So turn the fader to ten, and let the bangin' begin

Seeds of the 80’s party daily

Just to shake off effects

Brought to our necks by Reagan and friends

At night I say my amens

Pray for a brighter than the nine-to-five lifer sentence

Michael's pickin' peppers payin' piper penance

Even I could rise to menace

Or stoop to greatness

Either way, my dues are paid in full

Some choose to play the wolf

Some play the sheep and cry

I choose

'Til the day I die

[Hook: Sims]

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

[Verse 2: Sims]

Live-wire march to the tap of the typewriter

Nine ciphers looking for life in my head

I'm tired of the voices; never had a choice to rest

Gotta press, feet gotta tread

But I wish I would've never heard the news

And now I know what dude really said

Confusing mess

That shit is fresh, but still inside the fear's consuming

Try to put the foot down

Just to stop this sphere from moving

So I can catch up, but fuck it

I bloom another match up

To another cig I swore would be my last one

Then chain one off of that

And spit the hack up on the deck

Just to put exactly where I laid a step

My stressed breath's getting shallower with every pull

And in effect, death feeling restless for the-- (I don't know what to do)

But in its essence, it wrecks me

Like two speeding cars one-way intersecting

And I'm left guessing which one's gonna make it out

Well I got pins in my frame, so this time I'm breaking out

So for now I stroll alone on a broken globe

Smoking bones as a ghost among the walking comatose (features frozen)

Expression as dead as a president's slogan

I need a medic to set it, a sedative to set in

And a better moment than now

Lost crow, lost soul found on the branch of the Doomtree

And if the day does to you what the day does to me

Throw your fuckin' hands up and thank God for Lazerbeak

Thank God for Doomtree

[Outro: Sims]

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Washed ashore with bullet holes

In our civilian clothes

Well I still ain't got it right

So I'll walk some more

And bid this burning city a good night