Jumping off the New York skyline with a high mind
Falling on velvet streets feel like concrete in the daily grind
I’m clocking in and punching out and punching me and cleaning grout
In this pipeline of a heart’s line with a courtesy call from the front line
It was gravity that pulled us up and destiny that brought us together
But that doesn’t mean that true love makes you any less of a quitter
In the corners of my life in the shadows of shame
there’s a black man with a beaten brow from the judiciary courts and the civil service
But where are you in the day’s end, you fake ass friend?
Pat my back with a knife instead of a helping hand
Condensating with fear in the
dawn of the eve where you pulled out
these lies concealed under your sleeve
For forty days and forty nights I clung to a false promise
That when God had wrought a divine dryness
that she would be my royal highness
But it was so wrong and so long, and it still is
Until I could see my damn face without seeing hers in it
Just break me down, I’m a clown,
doing tricks with a frown in the alley, the gutter,
The continuous flutter of life in the nether where everyone’s better
And more well adjusted but can’t seem to get her
God Bless the red, white, and blue
As if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
I just don’t know what I’m coming to, I just don’t know
Maybe this bitch is crazy
Perhaps profoundly lazy
Just wanted to smoke weed in hot rods
and suck dick under the promenade
But there’s a cost to freedom
cause every moment you need it there’s someone who'll beat you
Polling for answers, an election, an ordinary ordinance sanction,
It’s the function of a junked brain to clutch onto intangible reins, ah
God Bless the red, white, and blue
as if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
I just don’t know what I’m coming to, I just don’t know
Waving a black flag
Without thinking of the price tag,
sitting in a parking lot snorting white lighting off a paper bag
Just so this teenage glory never ends
Keep the party going get your
ragtag friends to make amends
A slight gag at the thought being sober
Party’s never over never forget
In a drunken haze of stupid powder
relinquishing your godly power over me
A spree of pleas for missed opportunities
Won’t you please
Forget everything you thought you knew about me
My pain, your pain, love stain, the same,
As a matter of fact
God bless the red, blue and black, a panic attack
Colors of the rainbow are all out of whack, but no one’ll put em back
It’s armageddon,
God bless the red, black, and blue
As if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
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