Dunks

Back at it, pack of woods from out the Bobops
Cloves in the cigarette, noodles on the stovetop
Moon in the sky talking to me on that late night
Staring in the mirror, realizing something ain't right

Woke up in the morning
Kinda wish I didn't
Rolled another blunt and smoked that shit right in the kitchen
Ain't no cap, I'm frustrated at your false sense of ownership
Heard a couple joints and sunk your paws in the motor's pit
Pause to the cobra's grip
I wriggle through these interludes
Floating through a sea of thieves, should have brought my inner-tube
Tossed inside the witch's brew
Comfortable with eye of newt
Everybody's Josie Wales until it's fucking time to shoot
Honest, I don't like myself a lot
Let it slide, I'm dead inside, I'll fucking write myself a plot
Made a quake and now I'm dealing with the aftershocks
Crew was with me through the shit, it's exo 'til the casket drops
Cigarettes, I smoke 'em down until the filter's burnt
Seppuku to my voodoos, I kept twisting til the hilt was turnt
Ripped jeans, baggy shirt, smell like burning wood
Taking my position back
The one I fucking earned and stood
Steady teetering, the tight rope is crazy small
Asking me to work with rappers? Honestly I hate 'em all
I got anger but it's pointed at myself
Turned to self destruction, 'cause like honestly it helped
Left it in the rain, I bet your honesty would melt
'Cause if it's blood you people want, I'll gladly offer it myself
Sacrificial lamb, I guess I'm past the path to empathy
Sorting through the deets, drawing blanks is half the mystery

Back at it, pack of woods from out the Bobops
Cloves in the cigarette, noodles on the stovetop
Moon in the sky talking to me on that late night
Staring in the mirror, realizing something ain't right



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles
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