[Intro]
I'm used to being a comedic relief I use that to cover insecurities
But happens when those insecurities turn into security knocking on the door
Go forward four years sitting in front of an attorney being sentenced with guilty
Being told I'll be in prison for eternity
Talking to the wall shedding tears to it like a paternity
[Verse 1]
This isn't a time to sit around tell some lies
World of tricks and wonders like lullabies
This is a word to the wise
Two wrongs don’t make a right
But three lefts makе a right
Take a lot and we ain't so tight
You can’t make thе wrong go right
You’ll never change my mind
And if you do watch the mines
[Verse 2]
The cavern is dangerous it’s quite the mine
No time to worry about mines and yours
My mine has tavern floors
And on off days padded doors
And tattered swords
And battle words
And tattle birds
And cattle turds
And sometimes tatted jerks, who like to jag and jerk
Like Jack and Jill without a hill
Like a rich man without a will
Like a hypochondriac without a pill
Like window without the sill
Like wind without the mill
Like bill without the kill
Take away some knowledge
As soon as beauty is known by the world as beautiful, it becomes ugly
Long and short form each other
High and low distinguish each other
Being and non-being give birth to each other
Sound and tone harmonize each other
Just as iron sharpens iron, Brother sharpens brother
[Verse 3]
Trapped in a cell with shackles
Looks raggy like a shack with holes
Holy or unholy it’s still a tackle
But hey that’s just life
Hay is for horses or the dollars being spent on Porsches
And choruses because people are unoriginal
This is subliminal, the world wants you to view me as a criminal
That’s because you a minimal, or mini mole
Digging holes with moles with many moles
Running with every soul, until I lost my sole
Getting the stump like a bowl of boles
Movie roles rolling in rolls and rolls rolling
Paying a toll for painting a toll with a tole
Okay I’ll stop because I see opening for everyone, maybe even trolls and holes
Sitting on front porches to evert the comatose and dosey doe
And all the bows, bows, and bows
And the slow, slowered, and slowed
I slip, slaughter, and barter
Never catch me without flow it’s like water
I'm used to being a comedic relief I use that to cover insecurities
But happens when those insecurities turn into security knocking on the door
Go forward four years sitting in front of an attorney being sentenced with guilty
Being told I'll be in prison for eternity
Talking to the wall shedding tears to it like a paternity
[Verse 1]
This isn't a time to sit around tell some lies
World of tricks and wonders like lullabies
This is a word to the wise
Two wrongs don’t make a right
But three lefts makе a right
Take a lot and we ain't so tight
You can’t make thе wrong go right
You’ll never change my mind
And if you do watch the mines
[Verse 2]
The cavern is dangerous it’s quite the mine
No time to worry about mines and yours
My mine has tavern floors
And on off days padded doors
And tattered swords
And battle words
And tattle birds
And cattle turds
And sometimes tatted jerks, who like to jag and jerk
Like Jack and Jill without a hill
Like a rich man without a will
Like a hypochondriac without a pill
Like window without the sill
Like wind without the mill
Like bill without the kill
Take away some knowledge
As soon as beauty is known by the world as beautiful, it becomes ugly
Long and short form each other
High and low distinguish each other
Being and non-being give birth to each other
Sound and tone harmonize each other
Just as iron sharpens iron, Brother sharpens brother
[Verse 3]
Trapped in a cell with shackles
Looks raggy like a shack with holes
Holy or unholy it’s still a tackle
But hey that’s just life
Hay is for horses or the dollars being spent on Porsches
And choruses because people are unoriginal
This is subliminal, the world wants you to view me as a criminal
That’s because you a minimal, or mini mole
Digging holes with moles with many moles
Running with every soul, until I lost my sole
Getting the stump like a bowl of boles
Movie roles rolling in rolls and rolls rolling
Paying a toll for painting a toll with a tole
Okay I’ll stop because I see opening for everyone, maybe even trolls and holes
Sitting on front porches to evert the comatose and dosey doe
And all the bows, bows, and bows
And the slow, slowered, and slowed
I slip, slaughter, and barter
Never catch me without flow it’s like water
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