VoicesBehindTheWall

Got to the end of the tunnel then my dope is alight
At the end of my rope, somebody throw me a knife
The undertow hold me down, I ain't put up a fight
The sun hides behind the clouds when I step to the mic
I make it night when I light hundred blunts to my neck
Trees with the leaves fall, birds drop when I pass

Fingers crossed that you smile on the day that I pass
Leave my things on the porch and my body in the trash
It's the tragic letdown from the fucking midwest
It's thе flight in twenty minutes that you know you 'bout to miss
It's the fourth quartеr shot, buzzer beater, but you bricked
It's your number one regret, that's the feeling that I get

Every second of every day
Set up a blunt and you looked at me strange
Stuck to the theme that you think it's a game
Stick on 'em up and I'm letting it bang
Popping it, topping it same in their brain
Gone to the foam and I'm feeling the same
I'm crying out for you
Tears dripping down my blade

BONES beeping through metal detectors
Fuck it, my weapons infected
Grippin' with mental intentions
Sippin' my ice in my beverage
Glisten, that ice on my necklace
Listen, no bitch in my section
Pimpin' till sun when I'm stepping
Trippin' they kissing on set

Bitch listens and missiles are packin'
Pistols to switches attack
Like pictures I'm cracking their best
And kicking whatever is left
I said it, I meant it, the fact is
Promise I'll never be threatened
Best in my category
My worst is your best, it's alleged