ClaustrophobicInTheContainer.

In the elevator, on the way to death row
Spectators watchin on the sidelines as I proceed to go
Tally ho
Bon voyage, Nobody can stop me
Death ain't final according to scripture, y'all goin have to parley
Prolly?
Talk to me eye to eye, obviously
In my youth, I was that prodigy, prone to succeed
The wrong punk played me, I sowed that boy in the dirt like seeds
Just another thneed, trynna breathe, trynna save the trees
So who really cares if I start diggin around, in the muck
Spewing profound oddities now as I'm stuck
Cackling on the way to the chair
On the way to despair
Despots don't dictate 'less I dispose of them
Pack their grave in with my phlegm, leave a couple of rose stems
As a little token of my respect
You was a fine hit
Truthfully, I never even wanted to oppose them yet the cash spoke to me
What's another 20 years in the pit when I was born odiously
Opiates speak, to me
No body else listens
So why the hell am I rambling to the warden about nonsense when I'm about to leave the prison
I ask God, in the end, what truly was missing?

The system, it's never goin change
Rearrange the entire world, but the ebb and flow remains the same
Man will always be stuck in their ways
Aforementioned muck imbued in the curves of their brains
Holdin it down like sustain pedal
I never did this for the medal, who's you foolin
Y'all cowered under their iron reign until I kicked his stool in
Stick to school, kid
Only certain men can go this route
Most people won't get that far in life outta self doubt
Overwhelmed by the words of their ancestors
Sometimes I wonder what'd happen if I never fell for their gestures
The jester
Played the part of the clown to try and impress her
Only to realize she'd be my number one stressor