I don’t know where to begin so let’s start here coming thru the fog I'm just tryna get my thoughts clear finally caught a glimpse of how and what I lost where Kevin Finnerty afterlife hotel with the concierge unfamiliar names but the faces kinda ring a bell nostalgic stink of hell one-bed single-cell couple Bubbs and a Stringer Bell this is no four seasons more like a weed eater sale spend forever tryna do it all in one take like waiting for the perfect drop, searching for a drum break pump fake wide awake, up late tryna make a loaf of bread from a crumb’s wage on Sundays all shadows in the sunspace take the beast by the horns tryna see if something shake now everything anew, believe me, if I said it, everything is true did some things i regret worth forgetting too it’s a wild game like unbelievable yeti proof the abominable end times of inkline facing fears kinda be like that when I pen lines ink spill like blood carrying enzymes tryna digest the past instead of bend time (mmm, this is fine) dirty fingernails picked nails out the coffin roll away the stone at the tomb I was tossed in I was judged they were cursing, scoffing holding up finger crosses to be cautious quick to pass judgment slow to sense self hard to lose it all when there’s nothing else left born again in a photo album on a shelf duck hope well in a battle with mySelf by the time i hit the bottom I’d forgotten my own depth aprilsnakeface come alive, enter stealth get it how it comes with the info I intercept not a single thing's been the same ever since I left quick to pass judgment slow to sense self hard to lose it all when there’s nothing else left born again in a photo album on a shelf duck hope well in a battle with... everybody else but myself might as well have been in hell when in jail swore to ____ that I’d never tell still got mail that I got in 7-cell but that’s a story for another verse right now I’m watching family empty out my mother’s hearse acoustic version of amazing grace unrehearsed never seen a corpse smile and peacefully return to dirt since then swallowed whole by the universe power in numbers but you decide what you are worth the story of every fallen one balled all in one still tryna pinpoint where it all begun we’re all one in the mud judged by the throne that ain’t the kinda hill I’m trying to die on tomorrow might be gone and have to fly alone just above the radars like, right inside the zone

I don’t know a thing about a thing, shit I don’t care And I don’t speak what I don’t know so that’s a problem here I just blackout and wake up with a download Megabytes of heady hindsight in a clown nose In a past life who knows Could’ve been fat axel rose Catching woes with Mr. Brownstone It’s ’99 in the townhome time travel is real We unravel still now drown woes K-holes dropping doses on our tongue for free Selling weed and LSD to buy a drum machine (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing Behind the scenes of the smoke-screen (godspeed) (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing Behind the scenes of the smokescreen (million dollar bond) It’s 02 magic city of steel Got a view of Vulcan just over the hill Know a homegirl hemmed up over some pills Now she tryna cop weight but never told me the deal Trust will get you killed when the rats go squeal And pigs go oink and the brass so shrill Taskforce shattered glass door for real You know the drill, strike one in the field (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing Behind the scenes of the smoke-screen (godspeed) (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing Behind the scenes of the smokescreen (million dollar bond) 3-year mandatory minimum Unless it be a young white first offense Boot camp instead of 3 Fine with me if it weren’t for double jeopardy And I’d be sentenced twice for the same crime excessively Made it thru the trenches, home on a couple of years of paper It’s all downhill from here as we near the crater Girl left me then I lost my dog a week later Got the call pops on hospice, mom needs a favor Thoughts and prayers on the voicemail are customary So are casseroles and a well-worded obituary So is grief but the aftermath is just as scary Bottom of the ocean for some years ‘till the ship is ready (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing Behind the scenes of the smoke-screen (godspeed) (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing Behind the scenes of the smokescreen (million dollar bond) Dark arts whole lot of light where I come from End of the tunnel tryna see a lil' sum sum Grandfathered in yeah I come from the sun’s son Trip around the source light-years from the unsung Hella far away from where I started with the crumbs Ain’t stopping 'till a spaceship is chartered with the funds We don’t barter we just charge 'em then it’s done Hand over fist ‘till the sergeant flick his tongue Forty-eight an elbow, thirteen a cutie pie All i see is diamonds up in Lucy’s sky Cowboy on the sofa, bunch of SUV’s in the drive Badges in my face see to it that my sin is tried (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (Oh no) Pop’s ghost levitating in a dream (Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing this is just a dream Psilocybin cleaning off the screen (Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen (oh no) The kinda thing that reveasl what it means (Uh-oh) reoccurring theme, we just burning steam Who pulls the strings?

straight from the gutter with a box cutter bloody knuckles reaching for the bread crumbs in the butter crunching numbers try not to be a bummer if i’m lucky make it home in time for supper see my mother pops on his death bed shaking under covers throw up in the trash can oxy in the cupboard hummingbirds out the window they been peeping thru the shutters i’ll be leaping in off the deep end in a month it ain’t no wonder that ain’t no thunder that’s the sound of existential crisis bells and whistles came with all these sub sequential vices swan dive into oblivion revitalize it even took the time to get my lake of fire pyro license raise hell flick a match at the fuel pump skip a couple decades of life in a few jumps the timeline skewed all screwed and chewed up in the belly of the beast full of rats and a few skunks it’s too crunk speed bumps and tree stumps keep some clean 1’s just in case the police come i medicate dedicated to these stunts roll up a lifetime of shit luck in 3 blunts to the face still can’t erase or replace all these demons that we face in the chase make no mistake i’ve been falling from grace since the days way before i was ever caught in a cage doctor thought it was rage mama thought i would change drama causing her pain shoot it all the vein breaking all the rules like it’s all the game drag my ball n chain down the hall of shame set it all aflame what did honey badger say to viper? hmm...ain’t another way to say it nicer i am not a crook...nah what did honey badger say to viper? somebody bound to pay the piper ain’t another way to say it nicer i am not a spiritual advisor (2X) spiral out of control that’s just how this shit goes hit a fix real quick while she powder her nose every hour on the hour i be battling woes guess i’m known to cast a shadow on your doubt i suppose every action every consequence forever in bold every antagonist in every story told every path ever taken every fork in the road every body in a ditch turn every stone then cast em at the sinner over dinner at home could really use a win i’m beginning to fold it’s too cold in the streets to face winter alone swear he found a buried treasure steady digging up bones but it’s whatever if tomorrow come huh it never does always tryna borrow one headfirst unmarked brick walls and a lot of guns anytime the law involved feeling like i oughta run what did honey badger say to viper? hmm...ain’t another way to say it nicer i am not a crook...nah what did honey badger say to viper? somebody bound to pay the piper ain’t another way to say it nicer i am not a spiritual advisor (2X

Mama promised not to cry about it She don’t wanna know But that time is getting close But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna Mama promised not to cry about it She don’t wanna know But that time is getting close But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna Go She’s acting like everything is fine knowing deep down inside shit’s wrong I can see it in her face I can hear it in her tone I can feel it in my bones But we both play tough ‘till we both wake up next day & I’m gone For now, hit the zoo up, hit the buffet Just took my last methadone Drop mom off Try not to nod off at the light by the Ross Mom was on her knees saying prayers for the lost I’m right by the cross Farewell party, plenty beer judge tryna hand me 20 years You know me I’m sick of sitting here About to make the best mistake of my career Forgive me if I disappear, I ain’t really here Mama promised not to cry about it She don’t wanna know But that time is getting close But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna Gotta promise not to lie about it Throw me under oath But that time is getting close now Whatcha gonna, where you wanna Go It’s just me and The Landing Gear piled in the Jetta with everything I own 3 states away sims chip out the window time to get a new phone Just a day before the court date had to make a choice say peace then I’m gone But to be honest, never dreamed this would be the way I’d leave home Headed for stress, i70west 24 hours straight barely stopping to stretch Still said to be blessed, I’m unsettled at best Got my head in the jaws of a shark I’m a mess Couch-surfing any day probably wipeout Working under tables low profile life now Looking over shoulders with a shy smile She ain’t wanna know things that she’d never lie about Mama promised not to cry about it She don’t wanna know But that time is getting close But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna Gotta promise not to die about it Until it’s time to go Can’t lose no control now It’s all I wanna, i guess I’m gonna Go Cry about it, cry about it The whole fam stay silent bout it You think it’s easy to write about, I highly doubt it Just sit quietly and find a balance I’ll tell you later how that panned out At least I never had to panhandle with my hands out I mean, Payne OD’d on black tar and Xans Hot-shot found dead in a parked sedan I mean, when I was at my darkest, damn Cop a gram a day coffin-bound Federal marshals marching ‘round harassing fam Tryna hunt me down like some lost n found Somebody probably snitching, I ain’t even tripping In most ways already feel I’ve ceased existing Is what it is, sometimes probably isn’t Life on the run, a lot of quality missing Mama promised not to cry about it She don’t wanna know But that time is getting close But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna Gotta promise not to die about it Until it’s time to go Can’t lose no control now It’s all I wanna, I guess I’m gonna..

black tar on the foil watch the bubbles boil blood from the slain dragon look like motor oil knock at the door but that’s the gutter for you but it sounds like the kinda knock that got some trouble for you tax dollars at work and for all that it’s worth they're coming out of the bushes, they're army crawling in dirt all this camo and ammo, handcuffed and searched so many prayers in my name I should come with a church now maybe mama can sleep all because of the beast once I kick dope in this cell I can be free and once I get over my self I can be me cashed in some white privilege got from 20 to 3 so what, you tryna tell me that don’t still exist? tryna tell me I ain’t live thru this? tryna tell me that I’m wrong to keep it real for this? you think I will forget how really real it gets? like I won’t kill for this ain’t it funny how they think they know me let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me bring up old shit tryna quote me something something that you told me for an OC ain’t it funny how they think they know me let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me bring up old shit tryna quote me something somebody owes me that I won’t see 5 years on the run, 3 doing time newfound freedom nevermind what I do what do with mine day for day not a day sooner, do or die dormant for a while late-bloomer with the bluest sky the truest shine, soak up sun for no reason even when it’s snow season hit the slopes yeah these heights come with nose-bleeding 86 cold hearts that got no feelings I prefer a small circle with no ceilings it’s to the moon as we proceeding deeply rooted as it grows yeah that’s no seedling and if you reaping what you sow you’d fasho see it I ain’t tryna change your mind I’m like so be it, I don’t need it I don’t even take time to scroll past it, I don’t see it all in all, I'm fantastic but don’t feel the need to speak it just tap in if you can keep a secret peep it sometimes you gotta just... let it breathe, bring it back then set it free upgrade it, now it process at better speed just beyond the pale outsider living selfishly burning all the bridges into town where the elders sleep helplessly tryna save whatever’s left of these dusty scrapbooks full of mom’s recipes allegedly should have expired by now you know the odds been stacked against me since the fire burned out probably shoulda been Morrison or even Joplin speak too soon could see Thompson or Abbie Hoffman all legends but often lost in translation seeking validation from a bossman ain’t it funny how they think they know me let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me bring up old shit tryna quote me something something that you told me for an OC ain’t it funny how they think they know me let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me bring up old shit tryna quote me something somebody owes me that I won’t see

this some rob the rich give it to the poor talk this that money on your books for the store draw this is mail-call, cyphers in the chow hall this that everybody eat, that’s a mouthful this is EOS date no probation this my pops ghost praying not an old saying this is adiós to fake homies on the low hating everything changed down the road, ain’t no playing it’s that spot a play from a hundred yards away this that living on the edge, habits hard to break life is like a five-dollar bottle of chardonnay give-a-penny, take-a-penny-Hardaway, all the way it’s kinda magic though, the way it happens yo went from relapsing to a passion I ain’t had before I know your sign, yeah I know your tell-tale know when you're lying, you're dying for me to fail well, I don’t take shit for granted, boy I've felt Hell hard to think of a time I really felt well except for maybe the feeling of getting snail-mail that’s a silver lining to kicking dope in a jail cell that’s a lot of baggage but I ain’t even tripping bag packed in case the folks come then I’m dipping shit is different now, fear of missing out got me starting fake MySpace accounts like a fishing-scam funny how it hit the fan over just a gram I’m on the run hitting stages when I’m touching down that's that ManeLine, that's that ugly brown that's that dog food, smelling like a puppy pound I don’t touch it now, removed the claws war wounds to prove it, bruises and all that life was never for me, I improved the odds now every time I tell the story get oohs and ahs they like "Woah, hard to imagine you ever went through that" "Woah, what was it like is it really that bad" "Oh the green dot, sorry i never sent you that" so just know if I go back ain’t going back broke bullshit aside it’s only time that’s all we locked up in our mind not just behind that wall as if by design whenever signed into law we looking in mirrors tryna find that flaw especially if you grew up poor by default no money for a lawyer to afford my cross million dollar bond set a war cry off years after duck died swore it’s my fault

got me feeling like '08 '21 in the doorway got me feeling like '08 2020 got me mixed up got me feeling like '08 '21 in the doorway got me feeling like '08 45 got you mixed up it's 2020 cold like 20 below east side lafayette 20 inches of snow in this war dig your trenches and go atheist in the foxhole clinching his teeth, itching to blow it’s too close like inches and goal touch down in the warzone digging for gold slugs flying overhead like a swarm of locusts thrips on the leaves of outdoor mimosas in plain sight microscope in focus lab coats eating do-si-dos and goldfish humanoid guinea pigs show no emotion ufos full of clones in a bottomless ocean no fine lines in my mind's eye it's designed by divine architects then bonsai’d to expose the root, correct the timeline 45 loony toons, insurrection prime time got me feeling like '08 '21 in the doorway got me feeling like '08 2020 got me mixed up got me feeling like '08 '21 in the doorway got me feeling like '08 45 got you mixed up the sky is on fire! they revealed in the church in all-white attire with pills in their purse I parked on a hill, turned the wheel toward the curb seen a Breitbart-type, probably kill for a blurb a deacon on Sunday, skill sorta curbed he ain’t got a dog in this fight, or will on this earth on their peas and Q is still so absurd I got my eyes on the prize still on the search yeah, told me I’m a traitorous ingrate a maga-mega-thread-don’t-tread-on-me template no sense of irony, a go-for-the-kill face on January 6th he was having a field day shit talk about a deal break nothing left but a plummeting appeal rate anything I can is what I will say I’d rather have an open can of worms than a sealed fate

you better wake up when you hear the rooster bay full of pigs praising abusers slave to the game preying on the losers snakes in the brain face of medusa you know swine of a feather go together when the pig flies they climbing over walls at the capitol with zip ties enablers incite riots and sit by happens when your worldview skewed with sick lies desensitized, madness is an enterprise drop it on your doorstep with some french fries via drones that’s centralized besos on a private island whittling some wind chimes some say the end times nigh but nothing ever ends it just bends time I've been coming up full circle like I’m inkline Pi but it’s the altitude, stay 10x high, I get by shit I was in the streets all June battling police and buffoons it's easy to do, pick a side it’s your freedom to choose Antifa on the evening news (ooh) 45 don’t succeed in the coup they're still catching gum bleeds licking the boot it’s proud boy boogaloo season 2 it’s a punch a nazi day knock some teefus loose that white shield ain’t treason proof that white guilt comes leaking through wave white flags now they seeking truce you can keep that kinda kool-aid, I need the juice you better wake up when you hear the rooster bay full of pigs praising abusers slave to the game preying on the losers snakes in the brain face of medusa hey that’s some mighty tired eyes you got there in a world so woke shit how could you not stare detached from reality caught in the crosshairs everywhere is the land of the lost here au contraire, I dance on air might moonwalk or hit an air flare Bboy-fly, accommodations with the airfare a healthy diet of protest and self-care but we don’t travel light, we bring the heavy in hold me steady then, everything Orwellian everything everything, I’m already in don’t find yourself in a hell I’ve already been ain’t a thing nice about that life haul the wrong load down the wrong road and jackknife you turn a blind eye, an embodiment of a sad sight you in the dark, how you mad at the flashlight you better wake up when you hear the rooster bay full of pigs praising abusers slave to the game preying on the losers snakes in the brain face of medusa