Ok, so now we've got our five musicians on Cloud9 Bob, Tom and Harry, we're gonna try to get the flow. Jumped into it, feel the flames as it burn. Drown, drown inside, the lake outside. The way you float, in this I know. I got 100 on my dash, got 200 in my trunk. Name in the *** bags, put my bible in the trunk. Taco Fracca on the top of my binocular, I'm drunk. How can I make him popular? Pop him when I want. See I'm living with anxiety, ducking that sobriety. *** up the system, I ain't *** with society. Justice ain't free, therefore justice ain't me. So I justify his name on obituary. Why you wanna see a good man with a broken heart? Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God. Now I'm thinking to myself, hollow tips is all I got. Now I'm drinking by myself, at the intersection parked. Watch you when you walk inside your house. You threw your briefcase along the couch. I plan on creeping through your *** door and blowing out. Every piece of your brain till your son jumped in your arm. Cut on the engine and sped off in the rain, I'm gone. Somebody said you bumped your head and bled to floor. Jumped into it, feel the flames as it burn. Drown inside, wake outside, where you flow. And that means the world to me. And that means the world to me. And that means the world to me. And that means the world to me. Little Finney I'm trying to dismantle. These wicked ways I've engaged in such a gamble. Cause I can speak the truth and I know the world will unravel. Wait, that's a bit ambitious, maybe I'm tripping. Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I exist in a different dimension. Not to mention when I close my eyes I see the distance. It's such a scary sight so I rarely go to sleep at night. I watch the sun rise, then I watch the sun fall. Study the son of God and still don't recognize my flaws. I guess I'm lost, the cost of being successful is equal to being neglectful. I pray my experience helps you. As for me, I'm trying to sort it out. Searching for loopholes in my bruised soul. But who knows, I just need a little space to breathe. I know perception is key, so I am king. I am king. The other side has never mortified my mortal mind. The borderline between insanity is by the time. I fall behind my skeleton, they tell me that I'm blind. I know that I'm intelligence, my confidence just died. Carpe diem, seize the day, I can't compromise. A tapeworm couldn't cure this gluttonous appetite. A cup of Trinket's, they see in me as I'm pacified. But couldn't fathom the meaning of seeing sacrifice. I'm passing lives on the daily, maybe I'm losing faith. Genocism and capitalism just made me hate. Correctionals say these private prisons gave me a date. Professional dream killers reason why I'm awake. And sleepwalking, I'm street stalking, I'm out of place. Reinforcing this heat, barking, these are the breaks. Before I blink, do I see me before them pearly gates? Or this is just a mirage or a facade? I'm awake.