Broken Jaw
I'm not your average rap star and it's obvious
Committed, spitting, even with a broken jaw
See the world through my eyes, won't believe what I saw
Too extreme for TV, unedited and raw
We've seen it before, true, nothing new under the sun
Some people speak peace, some people pack guns
Teachers taught, problems drawn on chalk boards
Shorty outlined in chalk shot by a.44
Magnum, and it's all about the cash funds
That's why they don't think twice before they blast some
Innocent bystander, smile for the camera
News flash, another kid smashed by the hammer
Before his sins ever got nailed to the cross
That's why text for the blind means music for a lost
Generation, that's why it's made with dedication
And passion till the death of me, cause it's my destiny
Times are desperate, we can't hold back
We must strike mics, the ultimate attack
To live out what we say or get out the game
Cause without conviction all theses are vain
It goes on and on, song after song.
We're in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha!
Times are desperate, time's running out
But we are gonna speak truth
Even with your gun in our mouth
I'm ready to die, I'm ready to take off man
I'm ready to fly, I'm ready to cry out to the
Highest of high
I'm ready for that pain infliction but I won't flinch a bit
Or bite my lip until you
Empty that clip into my head or my hip
Until the sky splits, this guy will worship
No I won't forfeit, no never no more
Until the birdies orbit over my head or my soul
Forget about it, I'd have been imbedded in my skeleton
The predator is clawing and he's gnawing, pure adrenaline
Is brewing in a kettle pot, the little dipper is dipping in
It's spooning up the oozing soup pursuing you to sip again
Sever that tie that binds you to the lie
Inside you is that sign reminding you of Christ
Behind you is distorted forms of ordinary thrills
But still I'll keep it real, 9 millimeter to my grill
If I can take my heart out and squeeze out a couple droplets
If you could see that sorrow splashing like a broken faucet
If problems seem to cause something to make this hunger cease
Unleash a passion so uncanny that a broken jaw won't stop it
Committed, spitting, even with a broken jaw
See the world through my eyes, won't believe what I saw
Too extreme for TV, unedited and raw
We've seen it before, true, nothing new under the sun
Some people speak peace, some people pack guns
Teachers taught, problems drawn on chalk boards
Shorty outlined in chalk shot by a.44
Magnum, and it's all about the cash funds
That's why they don't think twice before they blast some
Innocent bystander, smile for the camera
News flash, another kid smashed by the hammer
Before his sins ever got nailed to the cross
That's why text for the blind means music for a lost
Generation, that's why it's made with dedication
And passion till the death of me, cause it's my destiny
Times are desperate, we can't hold back
We must strike mics, the ultimate attack
To live out what we say or get out the game
Cause without conviction all theses are vain
It goes on and on, song after song.
We're in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha!
Times are desperate, time's running out
But we are gonna speak truth
Even with your gun in our mouth
I'm ready to die, I'm ready to take off man
I'm ready to fly, I'm ready to cry out to the
Highest of high
I'm ready for that pain infliction but I won't flinch a bit
Or bite my lip until you
Empty that clip into my head or my hip
Until the sky splits, this guy will worship
No I won't forfeit, no never no more
Until the birdies orbit over my head or my soul
Forget about it, I'd have been imbedded in my skeleton
The predator is clawing and he's gnawing, pure adrenaline
Is brewing in a kettle pot, the little dipper is dipping in
It's spooning up the oozing soup pursuing you to sip again
Sever that tie that binds you to the lie
Inside you is that sign reminding you of Christ
Behind you is distorted forms of ordinary thrills
But still I'll keep it real, 9 millimeter to my grill
If I can take my heart out and squeeze out a couple droplets
If you could see that sorrow splashing like a broken faucet
If problems seem to cause something to make this hunger cease
Unleash a passion so uncanny that a broken jaw won't stop it
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Musser, Byron Musser, Timothy Trudeau
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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