Running With Blades - E-dubble

No razor blade under the tongue

No noose tied round my neck

I tied a shoestring to that knife

And prayed one day I would feel that threat

But that day just would not come-

So I put the knife on that shelf

I had become what I feared the most

Looking in the mirror I don’t see myself

It’s grayscales, recongnition is permissive

And right now it seems that I don’t really have permission

I tied my hands by myself with my mouth

Now I’m bound by my words and

And they bound to come out

Top down’s not an issue

I don’t have a whip, cept' the one I beat myself with

Puglistic fit

Nuts enough to go Kliscko.

85 and 0

Tryna ohh, potato vodka’s a no, no, so

I try to keep it one hunid sitting in the burbs

Where nobody recognizes me, lacking on the herb

So replace it with another vice

Legal kind this time, enough to kill a horse off

Warsaw type crime

Embellish til' I’m Belly up, absent tee problems

I’ve been fighting with myself for 10 years to try and solve them

82 to 2012 build up to the grandiose

They think I’m a replicant, wait until the overdose

Of overeducated, never hesitated extroverts

Public servants serving the public that’s just a fucking joke

4 years can’t start a revolution

So fuck a presidential election let’s let em' boo em'

Til' the PAC funds dry up, Cold Bears rise up

Christie when I bully shit, Obama when I wise up

My trigger fingers for the varmints when I’m feeling gully

The bigger picture still can linger but it’s getting blurry

Lonestar state, ready for whatever fightin' pennsatucky luck

I’ll trade a bullet for a sweater

…never hate, cuz' my cheeks stay turnt

Even though I been burnt keep the swagger on learnt

on my own two feet… I cut these teeth

I get aggy I get sad, I get happy I eat beef

Dodge chickens… respect and love women

At the bottom of the barrel the pharoh is not living

Not blessed by no fraud, but blessed to stay hard

Knock off any chest that’s pressed to bogart

No flexing, no jawing, chuck bark don’t start

Put the SNL cast on blast when I star

musical guest, and comical host

Cue cards are not cute, the drugs dope

But not mine… this script is unkind

So passionately natural with buds of my kind

I smoke that new hope, turn that next page

I’ll blaze on the day when I feel we’re all paid

reperations for those that can’t say it

Philip k.

dick dickens for those who hate hate

I love who love’s love, the next day will come

Pray to your god, I pray to that sun, in that way I’m frayed no star and no

funds

The kool aid is done, who stays and who run’s