It's Still You. (feat. Mourning Run)

Though I may not be as righteous as others, I am no longer stealing Marlboro lights from My mother Grown into several sizes of sneakers, my tone is deeper, my motives have shifted I seek atonement, my liver nourished the eagle, Prometheus My wounds kept secretive I don't speak of it, peak of the mountain Sisyphus, dropping the rock, repeating it A brand-new lease on life, but I'm still that old ship of Theseus I feel like I'm a piece of shit, I swear to God I used to be a decent kid And now I'm spiteful Rocking Irish tattoos for psychos who crashed their motorcycles Bombing overpasses for friends that were 18 years old and passed Yeah, I know it's tragic, but that's just the whole of what happened I cuff the mic and let these teardrops roll as I'm rapping Still got my Pokemon Gold Typhlosion and Lapras This is my personal opium of the masses Hit by hit like I know the classics, I manage my own attachments You can kick me out the house, but can't keep me out the casket (Can't keep me, can't keep me, can't keep me out the) Every dream contains my casket, thoughts of the end concerningly passive Dearly departed son of a bastard, whose life was lived with none of the passion Ship sailing with no rudder or captain, ain't felt emotion since his brother was active Only goal was somehow touching the masses But being shy would mean he might've needed government tactics Or something sudden and drastic Sad and alone, but never softened it with blunts or some acid Even from young was a has-been Always felt his prime and just finished passing, but never had the hay the sun was demanding Your favorite moments with him, none of them happened How did we get here is what some of you asking Like the fire wondering what heat is burning the waxes But with the blunders and actions, I'm still the boy wondering what love from a dad is But with the blunders and actions, I'm still you