15 Blocks

Lyrics

[Hook: Sims] I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off [Verse 1: Sims] Death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn While the Pres meets the press on the White House lawn I spend my days depressed; my nights tryin' to shake it off And they say "We're lost", and I say "You're right" But my generation is the seed to Vietnam And never believed in better bombs Inevitably imbedded in beats, to better the bleed He said it all wrong, can I get it all calm? Give a call to my mom, from the prison I'm in, or call it a loss? Causes are lost Your mind's behind bars and your heart's all in gauze And fuck it, I'm ready to walk This is my vida with my feet bleedin' through my sneakers Soul leakin' through the speaker Easy when you see the young gun, heat seeker Lungs stung with black tar, never act hard than I am I never play or pretend I'm just a man surviving in the modern ways to contend So turn the fader to ten, and let the bangin' begin Seeds of the 80's party daily Just to shake off effects Brought to our necks by Reagan and friends At night I say my amens Pray for a brighter than the nine-to-five lifer sentence Michael's pickin' peppers payin' piper penance Even I could rise to menace Or stoop to greatness Either way, my dues are paid in full Some choose to play the wolf Some play the sheep and cry I choose 'Til the day I die [Hook: Sims] I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off [Verse 2: Sims] Live-wire march to the tap of the typewriter Nine ciphers looking for life in my head I'm tired of the voices; never had a choice to rest Gotta press, feet gotta tread But I wish I would've never heard the news And now I know what dude really said Confusing mess That shit is fresh, but still inside the fear's consuming Try to put the foot down Just to stop this sphere from moving So I can catch up, but fuck it I bloom another match up To another cig I swore would be my last one Then chain one off of that And spit the hack up on the deck Just to put exactly where I laid a step My stressed breath's getting shallower with every pull And in effect, death feeling restless for the-- (I don't know what to do) But in its essence, it wrecks me Like two speeding cars one-way intersecting And I'm left guessing which one's gonna make it out Well I got pins in my frame, so this time I'm breaking out So for now I stroll alone on a broken globe Smoking bones as a ghost among the walking comatose (features frozen) Expression as dead as a president's slogan I need a medic to set it, a sedative to set in And a better moment than now Lost crow, lost soul found on the branch of the Doomtree And if the day does to you what the day does to me Throw your fuckin' hands up and thank God for Lazerbeak Thank God for Doomtree [Outro: Sims] I walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly A rolling example of what the day spun directly Tied tongue reflecting while horizon digesting Trying to shake it off, if I could shake it off Washed ashore with bullet holes In our civilian clothes Well I still ain't got it right So I'll walk some more And bid this burning city a good night