LYRIC

1. I never learn… Concerned there's no consequence
Situation tense as I test my tolerance
Volatile verbs fall between common words
Daily drama frays nerves
Humans move in herds, seems so obsurred
I observe minute movements confused wit your speech
Heard a tinge of fear when you preach
Only seems natural
Actual parables pertain to non-factual events that are pushed as past tense
Kept thought concise when I vent but can't focus
Concrete terrain turned molten
Turmultious days fall consecutive on shoulders of men…
Got enough weight without being condemned

Chorus:
We lost sight of how to use these mics
What scripts we write..
How to choose our fights
(We lost sight)
(4x)

2. Yo, wearily I dragged bruised knuckles
Wearing Lee jeans and nameplate belt-buckles
Grip a 58 with that same strange conviction
Give a fuck who listens
Long as I'm rippin'
Verses laced wit wisdom
Born of foul conditions
Content wit fire hydrants when we're children
Never guessed at summers end half would be in prison
Past 30 years, thankful that I'm living
Lost sight of heaven when my men slept in caskets
Tap straight to pain that's how my rhymes are crafted
Love my Brown Bastards
Display survival tactics
Actions always louder than vocals amplified
Hopeful that my seeds won't be vilified
There's always iller rhymes
Living in horrid times
Habitat produce youth equipped with iller minds

Chorus:
We lost sight of how to use these mics
What scripts we write..
How to choose our fights
(We lost sight)
(6x) to end

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