Days Chasing Days

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Aha i see it I'm stuck in a rut My mind is tryin to free it On the heavy exodus like Moses out of Egypt Feels like religion is the worlds largest lie now Two polers don't get it for standing they all lye down So when people from other cultures speak I always listen If you were born another region would you be a Christian Would you call me a heathen because I hate the system You say i don't act my color cause I relate to rhythm Drinking on a daily bases that's escapism From the vanity the violencе and the racism And the telеvision trying to erase wisdom Trained to accept your circumstance of replaced living Stuck on my square of the earth within the space given Celebrate murder Pagan holidays like Thanksgiving And my gift is only words it won't change your ways Psycho-manifest days chasing days [Chorus] Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days [Verse 2] Lace up your two kicks chase them days Take off your hat go on make some babies Get lucky maybe feel the breeze blow Damn isn't it crazy when they bob and weave slow Run the race to the rats face get the cheese though Take your face paint off and grace the easel With a stroke like a seizure like you having amnesia Like you ain't got no cash only a visa And you at the bazaar with a new life lease And i know they can't arrest me when i'm deceased So watch me when i piece out and die And the scandal that'll ensue How we did it till his face turned blue So cold the way I do it when i say what i'm sayin But all i want is to be famous from the heat in my brain, like Blame Ever since we was apes in caves we stayed running just to chase them days [Chorus] Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days [Verse 3] It's kinda wild tryin to rid the world of these myths Tryin to find a place up in a world i disagree with So if i die and my soul is reincarnated Don't make me the sun the govern over all hatred To look down upon the world of shame And if i gotta do it again i don't wanna be Blame And i'm not fit for the position of a guardian angel I'm not switching up my mission when i'm already tangled In the web of deception instead of progressin I be concerned with which snake is ahead in election Tryin to see through my children's eyes it's really a lesson Spittin' braggadocio rhymes ain't really a session ya So when i die can i return as a glass of water To quench the thirst of wisdom for my son and daughter And maybe they can see the glitch in the maze Que sera sera ride until then Days chasing days [Chorus] Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days [Verse 4] And its almost like i'm running out of time Running after time my days of chasing one another they grew legs caught Nike's shoes And started running after each other They are sporadic They need structure My tomorrows are catching up with my yesterdays And my yesterdays are reaching for the day after that The day after that doesn't do much, he sits their two middle fingers up He spits toward the moon thinking that he can't be touched Until two days ago bumped into him I laugh at all of them Slight smirk i run west toward the coast Trying to escape the sun set setting sail toward the sun Overseas priests, thieves and MCs chasing dreams I can only Blame One More jet skis i see my vacation i was chasing my weekly work schedule with a gun (?) On land my sick time is being hung (?) By a mob of creativity and one exiled drum I spend my days counting bars in empty cities Liquored up women's lips taste like henny I'm poison and drunk of the redundance I need substance I am chemically imbalanced I need praise i need god My days of chasing days