That's the Thing

But that's the thing about words
They tend to be inadequate
When action ain't an additive
We pour it into chalices
Similar to laxatives,
My shit is slipping fast
You ask about my actions
Here's my unforgiving past
No, that shit won't fly
Even if it hit the fan
I'ma stick to bars
Let the zombies hit the xans
Licking on the residue
Like coke in the can
Look what I've created
Blaming both of my hands
Raising both of my hands
To the sun, no dance
Takes a lot to understand
Somebody else's stance
Like what put you in this position?
Was it the conditioning or human condition?
We grew into this system
Like an oiled machine
And we expected to operate
Something we've never seen
And I mean truly seen
Not like celebrities we view on TV
More like the many and the few in between
Not just these pennies that we threw in the stream
I wish 'em well
But I guard my heart like a citadel
I hit 'em hard then i give 'em hell

I need no sympathy from you
I just want you to feel me, feel me?
What's with all this give it to me
Give it for free, risk it for me
Can't you tell that I'm as sick as can be?
Can you dig for me?
Listen to me, stick it to me
Ride the wave until I'm drifting to sea
And i'll I've left behind
Is all that's on my mind

I can remember the days
Back when I could barely leave my room
Under the weight of the world
Like I was buried in a tomb
I knew the ramifications
They would catch up to me soon
But I kept holding on and that's the truth
Simple math, what it do, man?
I swear this life is formulaic
'Cause you don't invent the system
But you filling in the spaces
With that bullshit
Don't be surprised when you see it fertilize
Bitch, I ain't your fucking dog
This where the wolves sit
And I know I will remember where I came from
While I move my lips
To the rhythm of every bass drum
Until my face numb
Novocaine flow for the pay stubs
So many, you can only see me from the waist up
So many you might see me get my homies laced up
So many they can't help but look and say they hate us
Good gracious
The powers that be could never save us
I've been amiss with my fists
I'm swinging in the dark
I must've triggered the switch
Stumbling into the room
Living under the microscope
I got plenty to do
Plenty of words I'm tethered to

Oh baby, did you hear the news?
Oh baby
Oh baby, did you hear the news?
Dizzy's got he blues
Where is my savior?
Where is my god?
Where is my savior?
Oh, that behavior won't get you very far