Reflection

I used to give a fuck
A long time ago days were filled with juice
Tv and oreos, if you saw me then
You could never see who I am
I'm 100 years of torture with a bullet in this hand
You can see me now cause there ain't nothing else left
My brain is a disaster, all panic in my breath
Give me shelter now, I really need my rest

I used to give a fuck
A long time ago days were filled with juice
Tv and oreos, if you saw me then
You could never see who I am
I'm 100 years of torture with the bullet in this hand
You can see me now cause there ain't nothing else left
My brain is a disaster, all panic in my breath
Give me shelter now, I really need my rest

There ain't nobody flyer than me
I say a couple words and you can hear the birds sink in the trees
The fetus and the earth glistens to breeze
Until he listens to greed with age
He whistles and bleeds
I would shake your hand but my fingers are picking under the dust
Crumble paper bag, skin in the dust
But who can leave, society is digits and plus
We live in the us, before we're crippled, picture of us
It's sickening, god, dreams of dogs biting the dove
I forget the last time that I was living in love
Or spend my nights drinking it down and living it up
And by the morning feel the sickness of a blistering cup
Wondering if I've been feeling it, picking the ground
Like a thousand pounds lifter but we stitching it up
Until the next time I'm feeling limited with the bust
And hit the pillow like a bus till the bars cross
For a minute I forget that I was stuck in the gun
There's no fuss, but some of the time it's all fuss
There was a time when I felt yeah, the presence of hell
Tucking at my caught arms with the sensitive smell of smoke
I'm in to your cove where I should've fell
Falling in the well of fire, walking the desert of many marksmen
But I couldn't find my canteen like carmen cause karma is my last girlfriend

You can see me now cause there ain't nothing else left
My brain is a disaster, I hold panic in my breath
If you saw me then you could never see who I am
I'm 100 years of torture with the bullet in this hand

I'm supposed to tell you that I get laid every day
And stay undefeated but since I was a fetus
Working minimum wages that mind frame
Got this place rhyming in cages, living half life
Radiations stuck to the pages

I make records but I want nothing to do with history
The only time I'm feeling fine is in my inner sleep
The only time I'm seeing shine is in the reflection
So I throw stones at them, I throw stones

I throw stones at them, I throw stones