[Lyric] Something to do (TOM (emcee from Australia))

[Verse]
May I never utter your lovely name in my raps again
Another vague attempt at getting better left my back all bent
God putting you next to me was an accident
Clawing at the dust
Lift it ‘cause the floor was getting rough
Come down to earth, crawling in the mud, huh
Fortunate enough, swing my fingers when my thoughts become too much
Now the worst is fucking tangible
As sordid as the ones buried ‘cause breathing ceased
Bluffing hands can move at needless speeds
Both held up to God, ducking blows
In tandem movе under those who lost their freedom up in smokе
Dad’s last supper was a mixture of morphine and other drugs
Clawing at the fucking dust
In the face of any real pain I’ve run amok
Quick floor hitting shoes
Ignoring my mother’s love
Big foreheaded blues
But really it’s nothing much
Just something to do
[Outro]
Blow my kisses in the air
Getting lit to soothe despair
Swear I spent my dad’s funeral wishing you were there