Sometimes I feel like a nut
for the things I think
A sacrilegious indifference to the facts
Black ink equals truth
for the sheep they shepherd
to the senseless slaughter
This has to stop
before someone gets hurt
I'll be damned if I'll be
the sacrifice that's burnt for your sins
Yeah, you made mad skins...
But did you bleed this way...
I can't feel what you see
and I never expected your view
would look much like me
I never intended to cow-tow
to your values and
you never respected me
How could you insist I
enlist in a mission for you
Back me up on the mic (yeah)
as I rip shit up
I'll make a salad from the greens
that your mom kicked up for your rent
Man my back is bent and my
throat is raw
Back to the point, that I earned mine first
before I let somebody's mighty dollar
do my work, it's my (what),
lust, for these beats I trust
that makes me scream this way...
Feed this...
best believe it...
for the best i's erected
To save you...
from the pain that...
your mind has neglected to
see, you tutor me that
the pain can be swallowed
The intestine
canät digest it...
it'll leave you so hollow
Leave you so hollow
(park it!)
I can't feel what you see
-no never
I can't feel what you see
-God damn beacause
-God damn beacause
