Doctor's Orders

I'm looking for a sign and it ain't coming
I'm cutting ties, my days disappear in the clouds, I stay blunted
Doctors orders, focus on what's important
Keep the profile low as I cross the border
Mr Sol to the O, Just a day in a life
Got me all dressed up, with nowhere to go
Oh well
Lonely nights living out a hotel
Scheming on the prize, piece of mind like a nobel
In the meantime I'm tryna travel light
Less weight to carry like you gotta pick your battles right
The best defense, I'm on the attack, under
False pretense I wanna react, holding me back
Till my chest tighter than my grip
I might do better if I just let it, slip
Hot blood up against cold steel
Careful how you wield, or you might be the one to feel

Make no mistake, anger is a curved blade
You can get cut in the worst way
Cause you were better off in the first place
If you grip it too tight
Might wind up with a burst vein
And that's real, be careful how you wield
Or you might be the one to feel
Make no mistake, Anger is a curved blade
You can get cut in the worst way
Cause you were better off in the first place
If you grip it too tight
Might wind up with a burst vein
And that's real, be careful how you wield
Or you might be the one to feel

Hey sucka i'd have wished you the worst
Wish you'd have tripped, put my fist in your words
Rip you to pieces, Shredded to a blur
Fall like confetti, a shadow of whatever you were
Closed the door like do not disturb
Reduce your whole book to a blurb
As far as I'm concerned
Let the pages burn
Let the tears confirm
That your careers adjourned, 'n' I just
Set my mind to your down fall
Like, It's somehow set our watches
And pre occupied my time with your misfortune
Till it'd become unconscious
Followed my compass, to schadenfreude but cold comfort
Called back, cos when you fell I just fell flat
So go for yours and go for mine, Ha
To wish you ill is just a waste of my time
C'mon

We hit the ground, about to be going our separate ways
I can feel us slowing down, dems the brakes
We exit the plane
When theres nothing left to say that hasn't been said
So I'm saying goodbye that's it I jet
Now I'm a sunday gentleman with a pen in my hand
Never thought much about that exit plan
For all the resentment that I let get in the way
Here I am as I stand still a wannabe Hemingway
Tryna make every page better than the last
Same way I try to live life let go of the past
Fuck a double edge blade I'm tryna keep the pen mighty
Up all night, too tired to keep fighting
Doctors orders, More bottles of water
What kind of dad would you wanna be for your daughter?
The soberant thought of war, what is it good for?
As if they force my hand to draw blood with this blade
Until I'm falling on my own sword, Sure...
And whos that gonna save?

Make no mistake, anger is a curved blade
You can get cut in the worst way
Cause you were better off in the first place
If you grip it too tight
Might wind up with a burst vein
And that's real, be careful how you wield
Or you might be the one to feel
Make no mistake, Anger is a curved blade
You can get cut in the worst way
Cause you were better off in the first place
If you grip it too tight
Might wind up with a burst vein
And that's real, be careful how you wield
Or you might be the one to feel