Lyrics I Saw RED - Justin Christopher

I cant feel much cold to the touch like an anemic in a casket
Telepathic rehab once he got inside it was anguish
Crave pain huh you gave aim to your intrusive thought like a mad man
Wah Gwan nigga Wah Gwan
This the morbid end when the villain win and the wrath come
And the tension and the hisses from the bitches and my bitches
I don't have none I got a circle full of witches that'll die do my bidding
Cult like followings
Keep me moderate
Still my bottom floors your ceiling.
Hold that thought I got the strangest chill going down a spine
Zombies kill for this delicate kind
My prerogative is a demise
I deposit she close her eyes
I hope for
The best for
You and your's
But selfish
Tendencies
Often drive
Wedge between
Narcotic lean back by the floor my confused soul sent to
Limbo I saw iterations of me before accident mistake free twenty urges to provide help
Nineteen sermons cant cleanse the filth
Eighteen hermits said whats the deal
Come out to heal myself
Not again
Let em spin
Stuck in orbit
Like index
On clitoris
180
Degree
Circle back To cul-de-sac when Armageddon split the fences sirens blasting bullets passing executing politicians Revolutions round the earth round the sun round the milky
All this happened in a skull all this made me feel so filthy
Lacking realty my estate constant motion to escape
Fronting secrets to a wraith for a loan I can't repay
Middle finger for the day
Fuck this way
Fuck this system
Fuck your standard
Fuck the bigot
Fuck your normal
Fuck the ignorant
Fuck the black Hotep dance
Fuck the xenophobic cultish
Fuck the blindly following colon
Police, hopeless homophobics
Fuck you too
Fuck I'm over it

I was Spazzing I was chained to the wall
No resolve
I recall screaming running through these halls
Broken jaw
Fuck it all
Fuck it all
If it's done
Let it fall
When it's warm
Shed it off
When the sun
Kill us all

Not to drag this feeling further but this need to get across
Normalize the existential powder keg I'm bout to spark
Alligator armed all of his chances not a lack of shots he just lacked imagination algorithm wrote him off
Against every odd and outcome doubters non believers leeches leeching off his low defeated demeanor
He remained the meanest nigga this side of a street sweeper
Mopping up his murky mind til conscious was
The cleanest
Let's explore
Could it be he had a bone to pick
Or was it destined. Uh
Or was it in the nature or the way life dressed him up
Garbage baggy blow from Southside to the western front
Hated most but what's the point if it come down to luck.

I'm more than fine separating from the
Pack
You want a close circle fine nigga take a lap
So misleading I'm redeeming every time you said I can't
Make it seamless sultan from a prince from a street rat
Life grabbing by the chest
Cardiac arrest
Tryna pull something real
Cast a wide net
And you know the hard pills to swallow made up of yourself
In someone's medicine cabinet
Your reflection starts to swell
Well
The air round the water gets cooler
Heavy hands hold me down what a mover
Everything change but when it came sooner
The new person clung to me like a tumor

New skin