15 Blocks - Sims

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn

While the Pres meets the press on the White House lawn

I spend my days depressed;

my nights trying to shake it off

And they say «We're lost», and I say «You're right»

But my generation is the seeds of Vietnam

They never believed in better bombs

Inevitably, and better to be, so ready to bleed

He said it all wrong, can I get it all calm?

Give a call to my mom, the prison I’m in, or call it a loss?

Causes are lost

Your mind’s behind bars and your heart’s on the gauze

And fuck it, I’m ready to walk

This is my veto ' My feet bleeding through my sneakers

Soul leaking through the speaker ' Easy when you see the young gun

Heat seeker lungs stung with black tar

Never act hard than I am ' I never play or pretend

I’m just a man surviving in the modern ways to contend

So turn the fade up to ten, and let the banging begin

Seeds of the 80's party daily just to shake off effects

Brought to our necks by Reagan and friends

And now to say my amends

Pray for a brighter than the nine-to-five-to-lifer sentence

Michael’s picking peppers paying piper penance

Even I could rise to menace, or stoop to greatness

Either way, my dues are paid in full

Some choose to play the wolf

Some play the sheep and cry ' I choose

'Til the day I die

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Live wire, march to the tap of the typewriter

Nine ciphers looking for life in my head

I’m tired of the voices;

never had a choice to rest

Gotta press, wait, gotta tread

But I wish I would’ve never heard the news

And now I know what you really said: confusing mess

That shit is fresh, but still inside the fear’s consuming

Try to put my foot down just to stop this sphere from moving

So I could catch up ' But fuck it

I bloom another match up

To another cig I swore to be my last one

Then chain one off of that and spit the hack up on the deck

Just to pull exactly where I laid a step

My stressed breath’s getting shallower with every pull

And in effect, death feeling restless for the-- (I don’t know what to do)

But in its essence, it wrecks me

Like two speeding cars one-way intersecting

And I’m left guessing, «Which one’s gonna make it out?»

Well I got pins in my frame, so this time I’m breaking out

So for now I stroll alone on a broken globe, smoking bones as a ghost

I’m on the walking comatose ' Features frozen

Expression is dead as a president’s slogan

I need a medic to set it, a sedative, and a better moment than now

Lost crow, lost soul

Found on the branch of the Doomtree

And if the day does to you what the day does to me

Throw your fucking hands up and thank «God» for Lazerbeak

Thank «God» for Doomtree

I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly

A rolling example of what the day spun directly

Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting

Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off

Washed ashore with bullet holes, in all civilian clothes

And I still ain’t got it right, so I walk some more

And bid this burning city a good night