yuh... man... You know those morning that slap you cross the face like a bag of bricks? corny shit on the radio mirror waiting for you to slip? mustering up the courage to tell the universe to suck a dick.... all these systems that we built to keep the sick caged, i spit graves on the bitch made opportunists extracting capital out of our mysery... you bitch made mutha fuckas without an empathetic bone in they body the reason people wanna hustle out to grab a shotty, pump it back, squeeze it back at center mass, screamin' "GOT'EM" as it blast, put a hole up in your ass... maybe then the world be great... once the ones controllin fate get to taste.... uhhh.... BRRRRTTT (BOH BOH BOH)... yuh… man… we wakin in them mornings that slap you cross the face like a bag of bricks soaked in cold grease, corny ass radio chirpin like a broken mark tryna narc you outta your own peace, mirror lurkin on the wall waitin for you to slip waitin for you to crack waitin for you to blink so it can eat your reflection whole, muster up that courage just to tell the universe to suck a dick, mutha fucka taste this brick... uhhh.... BRRRRTTT (BOH BOH BOH)... I spit graves on the bitch made opportunists who harvest misery... What comes around mutha fucka you gonna pay the hidden fee... I spit graves on the bitch made opportunists who harvest misery... What comes around mutha fucka you gonna pay the hidden fee... yuh… watch this… man, these mornings hit darker than a landlord’s promise, slap you cross the jaw like fate always dishonest, corny ass ads chirpin on the radio like plastic birds stitched with corporate string, mirror watchin you like a jealous twin waitin to drag you through the glass into the realm where your failures live, universe whisperin “bend” but your spine forged in the kiln of dead ends so you hiss back “nah bend these,” cuz the whole system built like a mausoleum for the livin, cages stacked in grids like the city been playin Tetris with people’s futures, and I spit eulogies for the fake hearted vampires who suck grief like nectar, opportunists who farm despair like a crop in a field watered with tears, they brittle souls shaped like IOUs, cardboard morals foldin in humidity, you the reason folks feel they gotta run into they own psyche with weapons made of memory, pumpin back the dread, squeezin it out through the cracks in they shadow until the lies splatter across the floor like spilled ink, screamin GOT’EM as the illusions split open, puttin a hole through the façade where sanity used to hide its last cigarette… maybe then the planet inhale, maybe then the architects of this nightmare empire get swallowed by the very blueprints they worship, whole schematics meltin into blood drippin down the throne they carved outta stolen hours, cuz the bill collector comin and its knuckles drag sparks on the ground, and when it knocks there ain’t no duckin behind policy or PR, the whole web they spun tremble like a spider learnin fear of who we are, cuz the world tired, man, the world’s ribs showin, its voice crackin but still chantin from the gut, a chorus of the overlooked risin' from shallow holes, from forgotten corners like a tide powered by centuries of swallowed screams, and that tide drag chains of truth, heavy as guilt, sharp as revelation, tidal as judgement, crashin through the doors of the untouchable, makin the chandeliers shiver like they know they complicit… I spit graves on the bitch made opportunists who harvest misery... What comes around mutha fucka you gonna pay the hidden fee... I spit graves on the bitch made opportunists who harvest misery... What comes around mutha fucka you gonna pay the hidden fee... I spit graves on the bitch made opportunists who harvest misery... What comes around mutha fucka you gonna pay the hidden fee... I spit graves on the bitch made opportunists who harvest misery... What comes around mutha fucka you gonna pay the hidden fee... maybe then the world be great... once the ones controllin fate get to taste.... uhhh.... BRRRRTTT (BOH BOH BOH)...
