Snowed In

[ST] I'm gone with the quickness When the five o'clock shadow shot is non existent Victimized by the dark, sharks be conflicted Hunt in the deep waters or lurk the surface for the fish nets Purposely unorthodox picture frames look out the box Seen satan wear a scarf walking out and past the block Hell froze over but nobody is acting shocked They just stack the clothes on em cause nature be calling the shots It's windy, check the meter, time for petty misdemeanours Seen these ladies look at me - I'm like lemme get in between ya Below zero drink a hundred proof so we don't freeze up Stumbling, running the streets like Sir Digby Chicken Ceaser Sarcastic cheap ass, halfhearted wits and em Post-mortem, snuck in sneakers fuck your timberlands Sucked in to buying heaters like war veterans Going spastic, setting plastic charges in their settlements The living sleeping in broke caskets, on some nomad shit Protect my neck so I let my hair grow like the old Kravitz Chilly air makes you choke, let this toke match it Yet we all hide our nose when nature shows its coke habit Fall out of grace, we all out of space like my note pad is Hope for the best when it's the worse if you know patterns Scope the cold madness souls look for jokes as if Cheeky quotes could blow off all the snow hazards Yearly six-month bid, where I only leave for higher space Shivering cold, fast asleep dreaming of a fire place Moving at a spider's pace, and I stay on the web Legs feeling dead from the chase look at my tired face Hipster grins left feeling grim from chilling in their cardigans Press their chins under a second skin to hide the hearts within Jaws clicking people hidden - the only positive Is that we're one day closer to chilling in the park again