Old Souls (feat. The Rhombus)

Winter in the midwest is brutal Overcast skies and bare trees Every day is like a funeral Church bells ring out ominous tones Carried on the harsh wind that chills your bones Gravestones covered in snow can't read the names Just a bunch of rotting corpses with worms in their brains The air is thick with old souls People who we used to be Past lives haunt us There's no way to get immunity from old souls Old deeds done dirt cheap Just to make a buck catch a fuck or find a place to sleep Face the creep in the cellar looking at you in the mirror Every day you run away but he just gets nearer The Death of Ivan Ilych Getting shoved into a black bag Punks get drink on Jim Beam and bump Black Flag Slap your brother in the face just to wake him up He offers you a bump from a key why don't you take him up Now you're up for good understood Sweeping up your floor reveal the dark brown wood Your mind's gone for good but you could never come back You got the dents in your head but you could never come wack Never that kill a track Lead a cat to ruin Never hear me complain Shit you know how PRZM's doing I'm not even going to tell you Better ask that cat And if you still give a shit you better blast that cat Green turns brown and brown turns white And old turns dead We look left we look right But we still all end and We'll turn out tonight But don't pretend Pretend Green turns brown and brown turns white And dead Hip hop heads who don't rotate Spitball I hate to burn bridges but Bitch I ain't with y'all Why don't you go band your bloody head into a brick wall Or dive into a pool of alligators like Pitfall Midwest we drag chains like Jacob Marley Get fat and die like Biggie and Chris Farley Ignorant and misled we evil I'm like the kid from the Sixth Sense Because I see dead people Surrounded by them pounded by them Old souls we're hounded by them They built the big buildings Corporations were founded by them Old blood old death lingers like a perfume But more like a stench so foul that it could clear a room So fear the moon because that's when they become strong This is a cautionary tale it's not a love song And this isn't horrorcore this is real life On the way home you could get stabbed with a real knife Maybe out of desperation Maybe out of spite Maybe you were walking through the wrong hood at night But either way inside builds a rage you can't control And as your life leaves your body you become just another Trapped between worlds seeking revenge for a mideed Looking for a weak willed human that you could mislead Because hate begets hate The boomerang is coming back RIP DJ PRZM homie thank you for the track