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Teeth grit and fist clenched
Calling for God, now he reeks: spit and piss drenched him
Bloodied piece ripped from his wrist when he slit them
To withstand bombshells: fell he did dig trenches
Lay face down in the dirt but
Certain that at this rate now he'll be burnt up,
Curtains, like: show's over
Hope the he'll cope with the broken bones
And stay strong 'till it blows over
And it will right? Answer me, don't kill quiet
Force fed hard to swallow pills prior
To when I found out you can't chill fire
Feels drier in the pool of knowledge
Than my mouth when it's filled with prayer
I'm not built with higher tolerance than all rest
I can toil until i'm tired and I'm tired
Of looking at the leading, I should peel the piper, wear his skin
Need a light in the labyrinth
Drown him in paraffin: man-candle
Man-handled, been roughed up
Just brush up? Now that's the thing
I feel as strong as molasses thin
The chance I invested in, I'm cherishing
It seems to be perishing
Battalions of tallied failures are garrisoned
On the horizon, sun rise, dawn, stride cross the sky
Fall till the night comes
Then my corpse collects flies on it
I'm looking for the answer with the lights on
But my sight's gone, light a pipe bong
Or a pipe bomb
Between my lips, either way I'm getting blasted
Acid re-flux, give a fuck if it's rancid
Fear stricken bastard
Shirt sticky, plastered to my chest with my sweat
So close to kissing caskets, nigga
Eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival
Silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous
Tell me who to ask, tried the shit they taught in Sunday school
Answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to
Eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival
Silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous
Tell me who to ask, tried the shit they taught in Sunday school
Answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to
Nah bitch
No need for sipping on booze
Pick the spliff from your lips
No tripping on boof
I don't need no fuck niggas twisting the truth
Too advanced in that shit: mind blank and confused, uh
Lack of answers cause cancerous tumor
Spread to my head quick like bitches with rumors
Looks like enlightenment's later than sooner
Just let me know where I fucked up
Fill my face with holes from a buckshot
On my knees chewing gravel, yeah I'll dust off
All my pride if you decide to give me some thought
That I ain't already heard before, fuck what he say
I need words divorced from the brain-dead and the cliche
Wanna put a stick in my mouth like I suck adhesive
Mimic a bitch with a stick between its teeth
Eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival
Silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous
Tell me who to ask, tried the shit they taught in Sunday school
Answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to
Eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival
Silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous
Tell me who to ask, tried the shit they taught in Sunday school
Answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to



Writer(s): Othneil Gayle


Gao the Arsonist - I Need Answers Like Junkies Need Syringes
Album I Need Answers Like Junkies Need Syringes
date de sortie
22-05-2019




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