Verse 1
Altering the coat, under all the hatred
Muscle on the bone – hollow hope, soul vacant
Father brought it home, but mama cooked the bacon
Father built the home, but mama built the patience
Papa built a throne, but mommy tamed the vagrants
Daddy had a tone, so mommy made a statement
Verse 2
I don’t know where life began
I don’t know where life began but I can track mine
I’m alive because someone committed suicide
I’m alive because I’m a new type of Sisyphus
That inevitably had to materialize in this
Version of immersive frequencies with a data glitch
Exacerbated by my speech impediment and tics, twitches
Impulsive blurts of exactly how I lived
Had ’em all thinking I was just a stupid kid
Verse 2
And it went on like this
It gets wrong, I flip my bike in a street curb
My mom assists my skull smashed to bits
Still got a scar it sits not like a lightning bolt
Voldemort sent this hit shaped like a meteor
All of the blood, it dripped – nah, all the blood I bled
All of the blood that poured out of my fucking head
Nah, it pooled out my fucking head
No way that my brain didn’t change the course of growth
Years down the road, “My bro, my bad, my man my man – I wanna smoke”
Verse 3
Matter fact I think I want new smoke
Matter fact I wanna laugh at new jokes
Matter fact I wanna know what they know
Wait – I wanna know what they don’t
I wanna do every single thing that they won’t
I wanna climb and reach a dream that they wish they could hold
I already knew it started with the thoughts at the do’
Most thoughts exist with the words that you know
So with the words that you don’t and the things that don’t have words
It means there’s more truth to be perceived that wasn’t befo’
(That’s right…. that’s got to be right)
Verse 4
I’m the type of man, I went “Matrix” on ’em
I been playin’ tricks on ’em, I don’t need assist on ’em
Type to flick the rain off ’em, I’mma flip the game on ’em
I’mma – I’mma hesitate then kill their entire family – WAIT wait!
I’mma go a bit insane on ’em, I’mma strip the suede on ’em
Used to sell suits, shoes, sandwiches, and cane
Used to pucker up with knuckles how I got the name
Used to post up ’round the bay hounding like a stray