VoicesBehindTheWall

Got to the end of the tunnel then my dope is alight

At the end of my rope, somebody throw me a knife

The undertow hold me down, I ain't put up a fight

The sun hides behind the clouds when I step to the mic

I make it night when I light hundred blunts to my neck

Trees with the leaves fall, birds drop when I pass

Fingers crossed that you smile on the day that I pass

Leave my things on the porch and my body in the trash

It's the tragic letdown from the fucking midwest

It's thе flight in twenty minutes that you know you 'bout to miss

It's the fourth quartеr shot, buzzer beater, but you bricked

It's your number one regret, that's the feeling that I get

Every second of every day

Set up a blunt and you looked at me strange

Stuck to the theme that you think it's a game

Stick on 'em up and I'm letting it bang

Popping it, topping it same in their brain

Gone to the foam and I'm feeling the same

I'm crying out for you

Tears dripping down my blade

BONES beeping through metal detectors

Fuck it, my weapons infected

Grippin' with mental intentions

Sippin' my ice in my beverage

Glisten, that ice on my necklace

Listen, no bitch in my section

Pimpin' till sun when I'm stepping

Trippin' they kissing on set

Bitch listens and missiles are packin'

Pistols to switches attack

Like pictures I'm cracking their best

And kicking whatever is left

I said it, I meant it, the fact is

Promise I'll never be threatened

Best in my category

My worst is your best, it's alleged