Feature verse from the song I did with upgrade off of the dutches and coffee mixtape

My mind is a cantankerous tank of contagions

A line with an anchor that sank and it ain't raisin' 

God bless those who ain't aligned with the flag that I'm  wavin' 

A finite line that stops at a culture I was raised in

An outbreak from an outlet  watch hipsters turn walker

No Texas ranger beware of the wind talker

You got a back pack full of shake wights i'm snatching grilles and  nameplates

Rick whispers upgrade// hip hop is our namesake 

I got a hunger for another rapper and the only cure is his death 

I got a number of em under covers and the phoneys won't step

 feel your meat tear loose when I put my tooth in

 In Jordan's  verse Ewing no feet I'd be a shoein

In such a nuisance  suck my dick and sketch a blueprint

Addicted to raps chase dragons storm born 

Evicted from elm chase Jason with a shoe horn

 one of the best you never hearda' that's word to everything !

That's why rappers wanna touch us and bitches send us rings

Lost my way-

its sort of like talking to…

... the or yeah forget you’re a god damn wall

brick and mortar sick disorder twist in water

pulled down til last gasp rupture a gasket

how many memories does it take to puncture a hole in a casket

smoke signals out a burning building but none noticed

smokin' pistols earning a killing but shits all outa focus

like broken crystals turned into a million fractured moments

and the bleeding silhouettes all leaking light that peaks thru night

'n' eat the sights like those baby blues had a set of pearly whites

I lit the signal and let the wind fuckin' carry me 

i’m not superstitious but the spirits know just where to bury me

underneath the cherry tree no axe all my honesty used up

lucid day dreams of lucipher bruised up

but the truth is just a lie you dressed and spruced up

touch up what you cherish and don’t ever feel embarrassed 

the ocean is your heirous and death is what  the meek inherit

so make sure to tip your waitress and drop cash at your parish

scars aint for nothing tomorrow is never promised 

but you’ll have a cooler eulogy so keep your shoes polished

(hook) 

this friendship is sinking i'm going down with this vessel

cartoon bodies blowing off of the train tressel

creaks in the floor boards and no level ever could settle

be careful the curses you cast at this kettle

threw a cinderblock in a glass house now thats a fuckin break

dip quill to main artery and sketch your other face

this friendship is sinking i'm going down with this vessel

cartoon bodies blowing off of the train tressel

 

 

chase me all you want I dare you to come and take it

structural sound innards with feet braced in a basement

grab and snappin a skeleton and twist apart the sithe

stare the reaper in his eyes and open his insides

kill a murder of crows black cats and piss into your white light

take a shit on your night light  fill terror with fright

I view beauty no matter how happy and autonomous 

like the gorgeous galapagous is a floating sarcophagus

i’m the exact result of mixing anger and i don’t give a fuck

until the last straw got snapped brash  stay strapped run a muck

certain things in life that will change a man forever

like the heart valves were stripped tanned and replaced with leather

blood boiling over watch ran all out of minutes

love soiled over positivity is such a gimmick

bodies cover the oceans floor not one of ems a cynic

my ground floor reshaped like an earthquake of significance

not enough hail marys or our father deliver us

don’t fear the reaper but I fear no fuckin stranger

lifes a sinking ship with the crew all stuck in danger

(hook)

this friendship is sinking i'm going down with this vessel

cartoon bodies blown off of the train tressel

creaks in the floor boards  no level could ever settle

be careful the curses you cast at this kettle

threw a cinderblock in a glass house now thats a fuckin break

dip quill to main artery and sketch your other face

this friendship is sinking i'm going down with this vessel

cartoon bodies blowing off of the train tressel

 

(Bridge)

can u just bury me …today

ive lost the sun of lost my way

I said can u just bury me…today

the dark is taking over the dark is here to stay

Observation

I read an article within the past month where the journalist was interviewing highway Ricky Ross the convicted drug trafficker in regards to Rick Ross the rapper and how he was amazed that Ross denied being a correctional officer and lies about being a drug dealer. I thought about this for a long time after I read the article and its occurred to me that this day in age its a reflection of us as people and what we stand for culturally when a man will go out of his way to lie about holding a job where you have decent pay and benefits to provide for your family and lie about being a drug dealer, what kind of culture are we as people promoting to our fellow man? What this equation translates to is record sales clearly because Ross is no idiot, kids these days want to be the guy with fast cash and the next best car, phone etc... no time to invest in a trade or talent or even art. I thought this spoke volumes of where we are at as people and its not my job to change it thats OUR job as human beings and fans of a culture that was born out of revolution. Each one teach one, be good to each other.