OUTLAW

Yo Jesus walked on water, while the blood was thick around my feet At least they shouting brave for you, I can't even seem to breathe Poured an open crown, and in the crowd she getting on her knees Allure and all contorted sound control the people, wine and bleach That blood in ice, that coke and cash couldn't tide me for the night New Roladex, a kid could cry, never had what looking nice Living my life at two different angles, hand on a ladder I'm getting impatient Demon outside in my ghost town Think I deserve to be better than basic, I Think I could learn to do better than anguish, my Previous life, guess I fucked up whatever I'm getting advice and it adding a vice, and it came with a price, I don't care what I'm feeling, n I'm getting it right n' I'm getting it right n' I'm getting it right Lean to the left, and I'm blinded by the lunar Can't see them past the lens, diving in a scuba Should really get to the point like dark work on computer I mean, I sorta seen the binary through the Buddha Always speak of Trinity, my Trinity was sucking on the fairway Hid my hand inside her shirt and squeezed around the air-way Is it fair to say from birth I was born to be this arrogant, so to say I'm an embarrassment, and My obsession lead to losing all my people Couldn't count the blessing cause my mental rocky, feeble Ostracized myself and seen the world was filled with evil Akhanatan, Occam's Saber, took a blade up to the eagle Lots of loss to loss again, my thoughts could stop but that be lame F*ck rap, I'm whipping cream and that's the game I quit the drugs and back again, now listen up my cross'll break I'm christened off the rock and chain, we liquored up to walk in rain You simpletons don't know the game, I sacrificed and made the change You think you know me, but you know the boy I used to be And the boy I used to be was weaker then them songs you made I'm in the amber dress code, stay alert to those who drain They feeding off the feeling of your failure and your shame Seen them at the bus-stop, peering through the pane Leeching off your talent, they pretend they got it made Since artists turned to outlaws, I guess we look the same