Sit back, forget all the nonsense, the inanimate objects
Thinking forward somewhere in the back of my conscious
Pain drips from my hands, the flames lit n' I’m mad
And when it’s all over it’ll be the same shit just a scab
On the outside people clap, on the inside sheeps attack
A needless act to entertain from the front to the seats in back
But try to see the fool in me is saved, by being a hooligan on stage
How true of me to say I might just be a tool of entertain...
... Meant, to be more, not just a jewel who lost it...
Not a person who'd be handed the torch, then try being cool n' drop it
Now I'm running red lights with nothing you can do to stop...
it.
It hits hard dude.... nice....concept for this drop...pretty deep too