The What

See all I know is takin’ notes

On takin’ this life for granted, granted, if he provoke

My best days, I stress days

(Lord, forgive me for all my sins, for I not know — )

My best days, I stress days

Say “fuck the world,” my sex slave

Money, pussy, and greed — what’s my next crave?

Whatever it is, know it’s my next grave

Tired of runnin’, tired of runnin’, tired of tumblin’

Tired of runnin’, tired of tumblin’

“The escape from tyranny is often followed not by Paradise, but by a sojourn in the desert, aimless, confused and deprived.”

-Jordan B. Peterson

Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface

Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me

Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)

Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)

I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine

Soldier’s song…

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