Trip the Wire - Evil Ebenezer

Yeah

everyday I tell myseelf Imma make it work

Talking to God but I don’t pray in church

I’m trying to do my best, but still I make it worse

Calling me an asshole, don’t she have a way with words?

Problem is, I’m probably the problem

There’s not a part of me that’s possibly ballin'

So outta touch with everything it’s appallin'

Always put another wall around me like I’m stallin'

Who the fucks callin'?

Getting followed by mall cops

Tryna cop a new linted, cover up this bald spot

So I be sipping Dom P. when the bomb drops

Next day, tryna sell my teeth at the pawn shop

Life’s twisted, so I paint grim pictures

The smoke swishes with my boys on the benches

Potent mixtures under streetlights, we sip licks

Drinking in silence, no-one ever says shit

All the flashing lights on fire

The city burns and shines so bright

Watch your step, don’t trip the wire

Close your eyes and say goodnight

(yeah) somethings gotta give

Look around you, everybody’s sick

Lost in the night, lying to the pigs

Caught in the lights, trying not to slip

Away in the hills, he ran with his treasure

Some gold in his boot, some blood on his sweater

I used to be like you, thought I’d be young forever

Now I’m old and bitter, like old man winter

Always smells of urine, my pistol speaks German

Welcome to my sermon, piff burnin', brick earnin'

In my sunday best, looking like a mortician

Mama wishing, could have been more Christian

(yeah) my uncle’s cancer in his belly

Doctor said it was from talking on his celly

He said after supper that theres something he’s got to tell me

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, «they're gonna kill me»

I talk about it in my songs to get it out of me

It’s my therapy, escape from this reality

Every night after the show its a normality

I ride that white horse into battle, no calvary