15 Blocks

[Hook: Sims] I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?] Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?] Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off [Verse 1: Sims] Death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn While the Pres meets the press on the White House lawn I spend my days depressed; my nights trying to shake it off And they say "We're lost", and I say "You're right" But my generation is the seeds of Vietnam They never believed in better bombs Inevitably, and better to be, so ready[?] to bleed He said it all wrong, can I get it all calm? Give a call to my mom, the prison I'm in, or call it a loss? Causes are lost Your mind's behind bars and your heart's on the gauze[?] And fuck it, I'm ready to walk This is my veto ' My feet bleeding through my sneakers Soul leaking[?] through the speaker ' Easy when you see the young gun Heat seeker lungs stung with black tar Never act hard than I am ' I never play or pretend I'm just a man surviving in the modern ways to contend So turn the fade up to ten, and let the banging begin Seeds of the 80's party[?] ' Day we shake, took up effects[?] [?] to our necks by Reagan and friends ' And now to say my amends Pray for a brighter than the nine-to-five-to-lifer sentence Michael's[?] picking peppers paying piper penance Even I could rise to menace, or stoop to greatness Either way, my dues are paid in full Some choose to play the wolf Some play the sheep and cry ' I choose 'Til the day I die [Hook: Sims] I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?] Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?] Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off [Verse 2: Sims] Live wire, march to the tap of the typewriter Nine ciphers looking for life in my head I'm tired of the voices; never had a choice to rest Gotta press, wait[?], gotta tread But I wish I would've never heard the news And now I know what you really said: confusing mess That shit is fresh, but still inside the fear's consuming Trying to put the foot down just to stop this fear from moving So I could catch up ' But fuck it, I bloom another match up To another cig I swore to be my last one The chain went off of that and spit the hack up on the deck Just to pull exactly where I laid a step My stressed breath's getting shallower with every pull And in effect, death feeling restless for the-- (I don't know what to do) But in its essence, it wrecks me Like two speeding cars one-way intersecting And I'm left guessing, "Which one's gonna make it out?" Well I got pins in my frame, so this time I'm breaking out So for now I stroll alone on a broken glow[?], smoking bones as a ghost I'm on the walking comatose ' Features frozen Expression is dead as a president's slogan I need a medic to set it I've said it in a better moment than now Lost crow, lost soul Found on the branch of the Doomtree And if the day does to you what the day does to me Throw your fucking hands up and thank "God" for Lazerbeak Thank "God" for Doomtree [Outro: Sims] I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?] Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off Washed ashore with bullet holes, in all civilian clothes And I still ain't got it right, so I walk some more And bid this burning city a good night