Lyrics

We don’t go outside, freedoms manmade, my demons know to hide
I see the landscape, my hand scraping on the smoldered rock
Addiction fever, never written from a sober thought
The snowbird knocks, constant on windows when dark
Bulldozing coke with the indica then start dozing off
Mother told me I ain’t wash my hands before I spoke to God
Isolation forced my hand, I’m living through the coldest times
It’s hard living when knowing **** hope you die
Jotted writtens cope with my paranoia of downfall and untold demise
Gunsmoke surprises if I come through while I’m holding mine
Your love couldn’t find me I was torn apart, and so it was
I’m pouring cups of ethanol and coughing up the smoker's lung
I wanna fucking die and I don’t know why
I couldn’t say for certain, but then my pride of what if I fail, or to remain the burden
Not arrested cause the sword was rested cause he maimed a person
I’m fucked up but you’ll only see it when I make the verses
Fuck you, it’s still fuck you and always will be
Can’t you see them fucking (I love you ) tryna kill me?
(Stop fucking calling me)
Fuck you, it’s still fuck you and always will be
Can’t you see them fucking (I love you) tryna kill me?
This what we call culture, stature tall I walk forward
Crack withdrawal the halls noisy
Crack the door, it’s horrifying
Crack the door, it’s military weapons and abhorrent violence
Crack the door, you see all of the pain I put in notes and writing
Crack the door, you see the reflection of all your folks you lied to
Crack the door, you’ll see what almost lead you to the fucking final
Crack the door and let ‘em all in, let every secret find you
Crack the door, you let the war win because the warmth defied you
Crack the door, I hold a knife to
Crack the door, it’s back and forth
Crack the door, it’s dad and mom the match is short on happy source
Crack the door, it’s everything you missed cause only rap important
Crack the door, is everything you spit and souls so untie a soul poltergeist
Somebody tapped me on my shoulder, don’t go outside!
Written by: A. Qaradaghi, W. Diaz
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