Arcades

There's no way that the past changed
We rush against the tide but still spending like arcades

At best its a chance game
Driving on the edge like a car chase
Until the diem gets carpe'd
Per diem the bars pay
Still scribbling away til the mark stains
Still bringing light on the dark days

Tryina find a way to the fast train the rain

Now the nails are getting tighter ain't no breaking out the box
They calling for a nine so go and break it off the box
Cats are lining up on the pavement by the blocks
Switching up the line to try avoid surveillance from the cops
Caught up in the cycle where the payment aint the cost
The moneys what they day but really fame is what they want
None of us really wan be slaving at these jobs

Sky red like its valentines
Tension hanging heavy like stalagmites
Flick the spark and the cannon flies
My life in bars that I canonised
Sitting writing scriptures in the dark under candlelight

These labels tryina eat like some parasites
We're screaming independent but this shit aint no paradise
Still bleeding like the ink at the pallet lines
On mic still screaming out freedom for Palestine

Worlds still twisted and turning
Full of sickness and vermin
Thats why we're still licking rizla and burning
Tryina scrimp for the earnings billing scriptures and sermons
They wan qnaesatise your mind like a trip to the surgeons
Freestyling these words I
Bare my soul in every syllable when writing these verses
One f lick of the wrist like im writing in cursive
Spending a mother night striving for perfect