The Essence-Fliptrix

I gotta pardon you, what?! Tryna say life is a path to a box Am I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rock Regardless it spins dance or plot Try heal the pain like Arnica does But when that dont, yeah, hard liquor does I said hard liquor does, they say that the come downs Part of the buzz, its self destructive at the heart of the rush We all want a person to love, person to trust, person to jump Over hurdles with us and Ive found that person Im certain its love, I aint gonna stay searching Or yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remains in my gut How can I do that? Brain would erupt Gotta live life till my frame wont budge How can I look down when I gotta aim up? Like jet planes heading into space from a crust Face of the man in the seat stays fearless Vacate the mainstream, stay with the realness Do this for life, no mistake Im serious Like a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in us Creeping nearly, rearing near to us. Breathes on my neck Feel sheer mysterious, heres turned weird Echoes feel the eeriness, sound of the voiceless I dream theyre hearing us, I dream theyre here with an open ear for us Downed like vodka, things aint as clear as it Yet Im watching fearless, lifes mysterious Holding tight to the wheel, thats steering it Aint nuttin' like me, aint nuttin' like you Cause everybodys different, gotta stay clued to the instincts We could all die in an instant, wont live life as a prisoner Rival the system, lips speak code on the phone Thats wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff ends Burning the candle at both ends drifting So Im pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz in Missing the days when we were just kids and Man its all so far from this What happened to fun without drugs And how come everyone f**ks but dont love And why mans gotta be acting unjust When they aint nothing more than a man that just fronts Got the flows robust When I open it up cold blood thrown up On the road froze up no luck got stuck So what Im cut like blunts with the punk No trust thats us clutch rough to the stuff Thats makes us f**k see facts face up In the rate race bruf, bust traps trace back To the place now dust, burnt down to the ground Whilst trying to build up