Sinkin lines into hooks

Hidden treasure in the books

Skip pleasure, opted out

I'm off on a new route, when it burns it'll soot

All the courage it took to divert from the dirt that hurt my worth

No back that i look

On track to the brook gonna cook by the brink don’t think too much, that would leave it all shook

Couldn’t keep it all good. Who can?

Gotta reinvent, be the new man

Twelve stepping like how twelve's stepping in the aisle with the dark on cam

I defiled these parts then I ran for the back, hit the exit latch thеn scram

Praying to the parts of the me that had flеd that i freed when i bled on command

I know i drank too much

Smoke way too much dank too much

In my own head, in my own lane, new bus

Soul red, skewed frame like blush

Console the dead, new flame new rush

Hold the debt, then pay it back tenfold

Soul don’t set, never been a dead rose

Tupac said from dark it’ll grow

Tupac said from the dark it’ll bloom

Trust that i planted that shit in my tomb

Trust in withstanding when it hits and consumes

Hell bound, but until then i’ll be cool

Spell it out, elegant irrelevant touches

Death’s nothing i’ve had a celibate brush with

Couldn’t get away from that noise

No choice with silence that rushed in

Sunken lines in the hooks

That’s one of em

One Not yet for the books

Not done with em

Firsthand second looks

Not sure enough of em

Reformed living with the crooks

All vetted, void of rooks

Rose fields from the soot

Call it roots, call it roots

All aboard, all afoot

Fallin forward, fallin good

Called the lord, he didn’t answer

Fuck him and fuck the cancer

Pray for Luke till my hands hurt

Make it to the age he can’t work

Sink the lines into my hands first

Draw lines into that sand first