FuneralRitesOfTheRarestVariety.

Feet lookin like he walked through glass
Stalked through grass
Hawk above sands
Time shiftin faster.
Milliseconds flashing by
Will he ever see his Master
Whomever comes across this note, bonafide
I got a bone to pick with those that lie
Those that lie.
In places they should have never settled
In situations that they should have never meddled in
Medallion, stamped across the chest
Luxurious Heart, undeserved.
Hardened with Vearth
Spurious regrets
Hurrying to the vet,
The beast needs-a tinkering (tinker, tinker, tinker)
That lingering feeling in your stomach
That plummet, that final dive
Swoop of the swans, this our final ride
Funeral rites.
Knowing times up.
We all goin flip like M.H Verbiage
Unworthiest, amongst sinners
In a cage, came the boy destined for the throne of dirt
Crest of Contempt clamped, the lucky winner, reformed extrovert
Swarmed with extra work, born for the hurt
Scorn for those that lurk, aforementioned
In those years of torment, he never felt an ounce of tension
What he told the teacher, apprehensive
Second guessing like "Maybe I should"
Homeboy went back to his lesson

Good morning sunshine, I crave you on that lunch line
I swear to God, I wasted all my time searching for that lifeline
Everyday sippin that wine, that Côte d'Ivoire
I felt it in my heart another war
Good morning sunshine, I crave you on that lunchline
I swear to God, I wasted all my time searching for that lifeline
Everyday sippin that wine, that Côte d'Ivoire
I felt it in my heart another war