Outro (TSOL)

Yah beautiful, dangerous season the fall of youth Souls wither, like gold diggers we follow suit The booth is starting to feel small I should feel appalled, instead I feel it all and can't call it My heroes have the heart to lose the life I wanna live In the end I'm hoping that I take less than I give We go through stages, I ain't talking bout gigs And I ain't talking 'bout famous when I talk about big Pathetic poetics, connect my life to my words Some cause play-back pain right to the nerves For me it's hard to hear (that you're hard of hearing) Didn't believe I was def till some checks started clearing Now that's a different kind of clarity And love for your brother, that's a different kind of charity Ya I rap fearlessly, but I act carelessly When I'm busy on my grizzly, I'm a quarter bi-polar bear with me The rarest breed, naw, I'm just a parakeet I talk what I hear, I do as they do and I hate what I fear you see A simple animal sin is sincerity But when I get carried away, you carry me TSOL