Gone - Artofficial

Sit back drift back yo you with that?

I’m with that hits that split your wig back

Mix match words down on this ink pad

Spit that hit the booth and I’m gone

I wake early morning the death of my dreams

Take a breath and it seems

That life is more than just that which reflects in the stream

I crush the superficial with the crucial issues

Sometimes my daily routine feels like a Voodoo ritual

The truth will hit you hard enough to rip through your tissue

Leave a mark like a bullet wound from a pistol

Fist fights and foot races lets keep it simple

I live in a glass house a stones throw away from a sad town

Of residents who look for the slightest excuse to bad-mouth

Lash out blow things out of proportion

I look at the glass my image is reflected distorted

They tell me I’m a dreamer that I think slightly different

I tell them I haven’t slept since ‘97

Stay up all night legs folded arms crossed

At all costs I want to know Gods thoughts

I’m a visionary by nature so when I close my eyes I wake up

I see the world on fire hell storm lighting the blaze up

Living the days of apathy so when we raise up

We’ll be too late to reverse the tables we ate from

We take from like somebody always gonna replace them

'Til we fighting these water wars to keep from dehydration

Leaders yelling occupation and catch phrases

As a sedation tactical separation

You a terrorist or patriot and what’s the difference?

Political affiliation?

Or your religion?

Are you following your instincts or television?

Who you think is holding the interest to all those picture

That they show on the tube just to keep us amused

Got your wallet singing songs of that overtime blues

Kids worshipping celebrities we say they confused

Get rich or die trying and the body counts huge

What’s going on?

The more and more I try to understand it

Its like I lose myself in the language they take advantage

To keep the people in panic I guess

It just a form of deception to see how far we can stretch

All the rights we posses right down to they tracking your steps

And tracking your breath and tracking who you’re holding your debts with

Ask the wrong question and end up with a death wish

For every ones acceptance like a stolen election

I’m rhythmically riveted you’re living with limited options

The beat raped the chorus I’m the illegitimate offspring

Spit syllable top spins with minimal consciousness

Flip scripts with swiftness and ridicule artists

Hypnotists swing pendulums spiting typical nonsense

My continuous wisdom is an indispensable offset

You’re lyrically impotent bringing your primitive arson

Ripping your mandible hit with cataclysmical offense