Medicine Man Motto
This can mean any dynamic from Dristan
To you shouldn't have
Like road Blocks cost more ammo Starts Stan m'usual
And force the phrase this is my Foster face an off platform
Addition half a buck magic bus
Gray matter horn my first impression of my mirror
It is right back at you cesarean Strings barely cling to life
And singing out of key Don't Mean I won't open up
But listening is complex Like having to perform
With a fair weather friend at a carnival in a storm
Stress the fact that they raised my rent plus my ramp
So I went and drank it
Disputes and gripes on the signs of an ugly world
Missed truth calling when I threw my phone
But at the time it was all I could think of
Sometimes rolling with the punches hurts like it shit
The Zen of stenciling and the root canals and lost remotes
For too many channels
Molotov volatile
Burn it off Solder style
Turning pike copper
Locking up my motto
Medicine fix let us in quick
So we wont be choked
By the smoke politics
Too many guts want the last piece of mind
Not enough ingredients that exclude yellow five
ln the cello of the beast meet cellophane
Good night moon good night lamp hello machine
I got to get to fending off the right to keep pretending
That the sky is not descending but I got a jack
To get me through the fall the glow of mediocrity
Ask me after various stratosphere dudes
To keep putting check in the unemployed box
To be more direct about what it was I meant
To try to see your side and have no illusions
But I cant read the rules and yell at the same time
To you shouldn't have
Like road Blocks cost more ammo Starts Stan m'usual
And force the phrase this is my Foster face an off platform
Addition half a buck magic bus
Gray matter horn my first impression of my mirror
It is right back at you cesarean Strings barely cling to life
And singing out of key Don't Mean I won't open up
But listening is complex Like having to perform
With a fair weather friend at a carnival in a storm
Stress the fact that they raised my rent plus my ramp
So I went and drank it
Disputes and gripes on the signs of an ugly world
Missed truth calling when I threw my phone
But at the time it was all I could think of
Sometimes rolling with the punches hurts like it shit
The Zen of stenciling and the root canals and lost remotes
For too many channels
Molotov volatile
Burn it off Solder style
Turning pike copper
Locking up my motto
Medicine fix let us in quick
So we wont be choked
By the smoke politics
Too many guts want the last piece of mind
Not enough ingredients that exclude yellow five
ln the cello of the beast meet cellophane
Good night moon good night lamp hello machine
I got to get to fending off the right to keep pretending
That the sky is not descending but I got a jack
To get me through the fall the glow of mediocrity
Ask me after various stratosphere dudes
To keep putting check in the unemployed box
To be more direct about what it was I meant
To try to see your side and have no illusions
But I cant read the rules and yell at the same time
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