(Intro)

Kick back, the feet stacked, the six pack, the talk wack

We meet up, we seat up, we drink fat, and I love that

Cross eyed, we blink fast, drought mouth, no skip/pass, we pissed/mad, with hip flask and whiplash

The wavelengths they hit right

The foot moves, the hip grooves

No smooth moves, we slur loud

Spur proud, on the movement

Soar high on your choice man

Bang loud on the chest man

So glad I got a yes man

We slur loud, got the voice up

Eyes down, we blurred now

Legs give, no motion

Call it this, call it that

Gotta sip much on the potion

Too much and I call it poison

(Verse 1)

Stuck right?

Stuck writing the story right?

And stuck looping, and stuck in the same group and

Father told me heritage, sons fighting with arrogance, throwing all the hands at the ones who do the parenting

Made the song “Alcohaul”, no one even listening, bobbing on they heads, while I’m bobbing on struggling

That’s just how it is, when redskins sipping bubbling

See us no more, and drinking ‘till we numb again

That shits poisonous, bursting out of the pores of us

Our Black Death, will come for more than more of us

Our story ends when lips meeting the bottle tips

It beat us down blue, till blood gushing and

Busted lips

Read up on the news, Peltier making those waves and shit

Our glory saved? No drink/drug or gun and shit

Your eyes glued, to shit that don't need noticing

And growing on you fools like a infinite amount of ignorance

(Hook)

We got a city full of poison and we choking on the smoke

But got the hardest fucking souls on this side of the north

You might be making pity prayers in the background of your thoughts

But we know when shit gets real all that fake shit just gets lost

We got a city full of poison and we choking on the smoke

But got the hardest fucking souls on this side of the north

We don’t need your fucking fibs from you silver tongue and lips

If you wanna lend a hand you can pack yo’ shit and dip

(Verse 2)

(Yo, is this thing on? This thing on? Yeah. Right. Right. Uh.)

Fuck what you heard, we detoxing the poison shit

We raising out the dark like Jesus, Phoenix, Romero shit

“Turn ‘Em into stats” but now we burning your prejudice

I may not be the greatest, prime example, or poster boy

But at least I ain’t deaf to my people screaming that “help me” noise

Stuffing it all down, like you care, but really you hella ‘nnoyed

Talking like you there but really you just a hard decoy

Waltzing through the trenches, brothers, sisters and elder-like

You talking like you aiding, a helping hand, no debating, right?

You fake as shit, lying more then the Trudeaus might

I do it all greater with little more than a working mic