Freedom Lasso

[Verse 1] A rope tightens breath constricted No hand pulls this is self-inflicted Sickness self diagnosed without witness Wish list grip fist the beggary of riches A belly full fights never willingly An empty stomach does not have the energy to finish it Layers in between padded by a dream Stretching for the means Without thought of exhausting the seams No space for indignity on the face of simplicity A taste of sufficiency's a belly full of lethargy A dash of apathy a pinch of extacy's a recipe Serving up a feast for the beast of our treachery Not sure if your getting me celebrity's are effigy I hear just fine but I'm deaf to those next to me Conflict it perplexes me Cause out biggest battle Is now we're so free that we choose to be shackled [Hook] I'm stuck freedom lasso [Verse 2] This invisible strain of the human stain Colors every brain, vein Thus chained to another's pain We may not be the artist by we surely are the frame We may just be the smoke but we cannot blame the flame Strange is the fruit that nourishes not the vein Yet we are odder still for we seek it like the rain Nothing bounds out path yet we march perfect in lane Whoever saw a tiger that desired to be tamed? Reality defies nature does not know surprise Yet the lesion of our season blinds even the eagle's eyes Spies dread not headlock tight as thread knot Get lost why throw a bone to a dead dog? This is not charity that is just sarcasm That's why we bite so hard and never bark at em Spark at em's insane It's play gather and prey When even the mighty tiger He desires to be tamed [Hook] [Verse 3] They act as if it's positive Though it's so obviously derogative And even if you're bobby This is never your prerogative It's obvious we're warriors And crooked just like bobby is But colleges and mockeries Will never make a socrates Apologies and robberies They follow with atrocity Sorrow and hypocrisy Don't make very good crockery Watchin' this it's horror bliss And one day I will promise this The day the tiger wakes That is the day of your apocalypse