Buyer Beware

[Nathaniel Mann] Eyes open, tryna keep my mind open Hive mind tell me shine but I’m not golden Die coping or die lost and find ocean Tryna walk through this life when I’m not woken In the morning it's cold bread and collard greens Every day is yom kippur, every night is halloween Everything is everything, wake up and it's not a dream I believe, that there isn't anything it's gotta mean [Deca] Caught between the savage and the sacred From lavish gold plated to cracked and dilapidated I read the sworn affidavit It said that maggots ate the head of John the Baptist after she had him decapitated I don't buy it, they're tryna Salome Isis And recreate her in the starlets of today's likeness We toil in the fields, argue over scraps Build and destroy, and watch it all collapse [Nathaniel Mann] Bill collectors fortune tellers buyer beware I ain’t hiding from the lions or the tigers and bears I’m piping the snares, spit a little game for you Cause this the shit that I was made to do And I been finishing the hat since I was young and in Boston Have my cake and eat it, save my people a portion I just need a clean bright space fuck a fortune I’m poor when indulging in what I get lost in [Deca] Watch a boss spitting cough exhaust then pause for applause The facade'll drop off they'll scoff at a lost cause A symphony of cricket chirps He fell face first hit the earth And tried to paint a pretty picture worth A thousand words while we flex on the canvas Language artists moving like starships and planets Give me five feet to reflect, I'll do damage They're smiling for the closed circuit television cameras [Nathaniel Mann] And vanish, drown in the waves Find solace in the view standing on top of a mountain of change Espousing the grays, singing the blues Life or death, I ain’t fixing to choose By the dock of the bay Feel the current washing over all my indiscretions Told her leave or you can love me for my imperfections Took a while for me to see that all that shit was selfish Took a while for me to learn to stop at intersections Bill collectors fortune tellers buyer beware I ain’t hiding from the lions or the tigers and bears I’m piping the snares, spit a little game for you This the shit that I was made to do Really I just need a clean bright space and a dream To know what it is, not to know what it seems To know what it is, not to know what it means We either loosen the fit, or let it blow at the seams [Sample - Good Will Hunting]