Art Of War

I'm infatuated with this Art of War I've been battling my demons, shit'll leave you scarred and sore I got a couple issues deep inside that eat at me like sides of fries I couldn't expand my mind till I was rooted to my fucking core Oh well, these days they make a pill for that Instead of the ascent they level out the hill, no Jill and Jack How the f*ck you supposed to grow like that resort to blow, no going back Holy smokes I'll roll a poll and blow it back And I'm preparing for the fall of the society Look around and you can see our species is a dying breed You pay a lot to eat and breathe, and then you're next to kin is charged to have you layin' 72 inches deep Now what the f*ck is that And who's to say that there's no peace in loading a gun and puttin' bullet inside of my fitted cap While laid back in a hammock, raised a couple of feet above the sand, Not trying to be depressing, that's a question I would like to ask Those that could truthfully answer are just cadavers It's insensitive for me to dig em up, just to harass them I don't worry about the pearly gates, I'll never pass em Thoughts inside my mind stay militant and follow suit, do the reactions As long as I've amassed a mil' or six, Before I hit the river Styx, be laughing as I blast across it Probably in a Glastron sippin' spirits outta flask I'm aware this talk is problematic way before you asked Made a promise to my mama, I'ma change I was lying, drinking Thompson, Hunter-esque I apologize when she cries, uh Time to get it popping off the poverty line I got a problem with the profit in these pockets of mine Not stopping, I've been hopping on trends I hit the ground running, now I'm pacing suicides, full sprint I can almost feel the motherfuckin' end Concerned the gates won't open when they recollect my sins I could pass in Paris, Texas and I'd die without regrets I need a couple loose millions and a stack of cigarettes Every minute I move forward means the edge is closing in If I lose belief in myself then it's time to pull the pin Been dreaming of it since Earl was swallowing the seraphin Probably setting fire to another fucking sheriff's whip That's in "Oldie" I know, but that's where I learned to spit The future's only getting odder so I gotta pay respects Scheming on a dollar, fear I'll run up out of time My dream is manufactured like assembly lines Red pigment on my neck, my color white like the crimes Maybe make a life for me and mine off these little rhymes Sorry I'm exhausted, I've been searching for some peace of mind With only a buck and a vision, something I will never find Never mind, I should probably switch my focus Negativity been swarming through my mental like a locust If I pass in Paris, France just know I leaped off of the tower on the 47th minute of the 23rd hour, yeah Day of the week is not important, besides my legacy every whip that I'll leave's imported, uh I can't explain it but I've already seen my death And for certain I can tell you that this isn't it Mama said that I should quit being a pessimist I've taken shots at opportunity, god damn it must've missed