Dry Seasons Pt. 1-City of Ifa

What a blurry night this bender lasted longer than the pills in my pockets I’m desperate, don’t let me go dry Any time in which I lost A sense of me that once was mine Bare your teeth, young man you’ll see You’re not who you're supposed to be Uncle sam ruffied me to sleep last night, I wasnt scared about when he had my clothes off, he wouldnt know what to do. Breaking’s a process left best unattended Our mother’s had children whose lives never ended Do they really go where they say they go? I was not convinced, what exactly is Everything set around a fleeting dismemberment. What exactly is, what exactly is, What exactly is a common sense?