Accordéon

The morning rolled off me, as I downed a black coffee My vision stay misty, stay sticky like toffee My girl stays cross at me, cos I don't know the cost to be Living this life, like this mission is lost to me Im 20%, still not paying my rent But im staying unbent, swaying on my fence Im undecided, at the place where im resided Which the government provided, so why you try and hide it im like 20,000 under, every time I blunder, I wonder When i'll light the sky up with the thunder Im singing "aye currumba" as I waken from my slumber success is like the lottery I pick a random number So welcome to the twilight, im checking out the skylight Im checking out the nightlight, checking out my eyesight deteriorating Lost in my own delirium deleraelium, living inside the aquarium So breathe in with me, and lets see where the story is Skip to the good part, and get to where the glory is emerging victorious, that much is obvious Hard to be a real man, in this rap land misogynist Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest hard To keep moving as im walking through the boggiest Of waters, thinking of stuff you never thought of Stored in the back of my mind like some sort of Art exhibition, with some parts looking missing Im talking to your mind, but there's just parts of you that listen So hark when im spitting, as you sit and reminisce And i spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing Hold back when im waking, shaking up your dirty bacon Paying double for your rations, mashing up your dirty cash-in fashion Shows it when your faking, shaking fists up in my breaking patience Dont you know im pagan, making bridges like a mason Placing pieces on my chess board, gets more stronger by the hour, power Tasting sweet and sour, shower spits upon my flower, cower cover from the residents The kings and queens and presidents Bring me to and swallow whole Break my bones and lose control To my roots im heathen, breathing life into the season leaving traces of what im believing Traces of the gold im heaving Scheming from the world im bleeding heeding no advice im needing Fearing that somebody's nearing Fearing that nobody's steering