Hook:
act like the shit, but I been off,
tell my wife I dont get soft,
act like the shit when the kids gone
they gonna know my faults when they all get grown

i aint shit when i been off,
tell my wife i done been wrong
all proof, i am not well
but i tell the truth and then i give hell

Keep to myself, knees to my chest,
Steam in the well, all reaches of depth,
If I reach for it, well, i decree it is death,
If my reach isn’t good, I’ll believe in the breadth,
And be leaving my breath, week after next,
Weak as I flex these cheeks to inject
Some peace, if I rest, these demons..my vest
Won’t leave till I sleep too deep to object
So I’m caught in between two seasons, I nest
Till the creatures all greet me or feed on my neck
In my previous scene was I beast or the wreckage it brings wh en the hair on the wolf is erect
Hold me in check, the tension is thick,
The type where a tendon could easily rip,
The type where a knife could erase me from this is the time that I give everything I can give.


slide outta bed with the best intentions,
the day is anew not a mess of tension
to wrestle with, i relieve suspension
of belief if the bridge is a weak connection,

so today i’ma flex kinetic
release the potential like diuretic
shine the electric, a pyrotechnic
display of the mind by the finest metric

but the second i get to facing these people
and them and their eyes are racing,
i need to relax and breathe, if i seem to retreat,
i am weak in the knees,

who keeps me at ease? not you or me,
truth is interacting, is my judas priest,
in a room of wretched beasts I convene,
all my old tendencies like pleistocene

cold as a bitch, no, cold as a witch,
or old as a witch?, or fold like a snitch?
so roped up in this back and forth it’s amiss
and the throat doesn’t give, lack of fortune or grit

no it’s normal I bitch, but the core of my fits
are the organs and pores on my face, i admit
i’m debasing it, this is a phase I could quit
if i basically face all my shame and commit



it’s all grey hairs, lay bare my heart and
if I can’t stand it then i’ll play the part,
if the kids can’t have it, then aren’t we
just a lovely couple, grew apart, I hardly

wanna part, so far we’ve come this far ma, something gotta start an uprising, it’s all or nothing,
i’m all for it, still about the quest, got a few things i need to get off my fucking chest

put to rest, put the vest down, chest out , skill shot,
i wrestle with less, confess it’s the bill box,
the stress got me pressed like a big shot
maybe the best i can do is a Kill Shot

maybe i aint shit, y’all been thought,
this motherfucker wouldn’t ever have been sought,
in the mirror I’m a goblin of dim, outta ten,
I’da been out to pasture as Grimm,

off in the wind, i’m not confident, I’d not rock a bit
if i plod and I’m not on the top of my shit,
awful and lit
walk around town and I don’t know what I did

what I did is alarm me and harden my dick
and it didn’t take much, i’m a carnivore, listen
i’m arduous, i am constant abyss,
I’m the scars, i’m the lies when I’ve told i’m the shit