Theres rain patter on my mind.
Soaked in stains, disposable shards of a shattered heart.
Melting voices, that that hope for the strange
copper jingles with the pain.
Strain in the back of my eyes,
disdain flows through my titanium veins.
Choking tears still fill my wells
left ear pressed against the walls of a home made cell.
(Cut him loose)
The words were spoken but not felt,
daydreams confined to time in this smokey hell
The key to the lock in my hands swell
hope whats the fucking point?
if it ain't broken package it up it sells
crack cocaine on the shelves.
I see bombs not clouds in these grey skies,
peace of mind is what they want?
Well ill give you a piece of mine.
Theres kids in the streets concealing the 9's.
Stop asking me if i'm ok!
Damn do i look like i'm feeling fine?
Don't answer that, close your mouth an read the times
because your not stealing mine.
Crimes might put food on the plate,
but it wont feed your mind.
I see bullshit every day...
So i just feel inclined,
to infiltrate every home
with a message i stole from god encoded in rhymes.
Kamikazi children explode from the sky,
red wine pours from the mouth of the floating crescent.
Trying to kill my self in the past because hes decadent with every second i spend in the present.
I'm the sorrow that made them jump from the twin towers on september the 11th.
A headless horseman thats discontent with torment that walks the cracked cement,
diablos 4th brother, hell fire reign of a self taught lier.
Here to divide the empire an consider.