Missing

I got a lot of ops that want to see me dead
But all of these ops stay locked up inside my head
Better off staying missing
How many laps
I've passed up all of these graves
Still ain't seeing my name
Keep all of these waves as hot as those flames
Burning in your kitchens

Kept in a lot of BS to myself
But I'm about to lay it all out in braille
So you can feel that shit
Mm
So many stories and so many boring nights
It all stays adding up
Gotta subtract every last little piece disturbing my luck
This hiatus had me dangerous
Think of running up
Think of stacking up
Think of breaking in
Think of switching friends
Think of sliding by
Think of doing right
Then I'm back thinking about everything again
I do not pretend
No lies
This guy
He been hurt, burnt, cursed, worked over and under
Going to shows and getting discovered by another old friend
Shake hands, make amends
I need every single last one of you if we gon' take a stand
And we gon take the stand
And we gon pack them stands
So you can, pack your vans
And you can, pass your plans and bills
For the rich to kill, another victim
We will not listen
No we will not listen

I've been seeing the blind living lavish
I've been watching them take all the habits of good in the innocent
Breaking and bending it all their benefits
I'm so sick of this
Waves and sonics mastered by a bunch of artists profited by corporate offices is how it's been and hard to swallow
But that's what the truth is, a bit bitter
And I figure, we could all use a cleansing
Cuz they're not speaking love
No, they're not speaking love
It seems a bit forceful when trying to exhaust my opinion to the page or screen on my phone
To the notes where I hold all the memories soaked with tears
I fear that all the many years I've walked seem too low
That I've wasted too much time and it might be the right time that I veer off somewhere different
This path
This road
These holes that sunk goals
These, coals that engulfed whole
All of my beliefs and standards
I'm seeing through all of you bastards
Especially you bitches
Not sharing riches
Not sharing info
Not taking pics
Not doing shit
For anyone that's coming round to seek me to the ground outta fear and a lack of love
I'm giving a warning I'm seeing all of you phonies and I've seen all the fakes
How much they can take away, it's ruthless
True shit

I got a lot of ops that want to see me dead
But all of these ops stay locked up inside my head
Better off staying missing
How many laps
I've passed up all of these graves
Still ain't seeing my name
Keep all of these waves as hot as those flames
Burning in your kitchens