Nothin' To Lose

It's like,

I don't give a fuck no more-

keepin my head high-

I'm tired of 'em tellin' me

what to do to get by.

Listen, let's hide-

if only for a minute.

Don't worry about what they'll think-

fuck ya image.

Let's ride rhythms,

until we lie in 'em...

Rest in a bed of beats,

n' feel the vibes venom.

Electric strings like snakes

slide through ya-

slither up ya sole (soul)

n' incite stupor.

They lied to ya-

saying ya dreams couldn't be reached...

Show 'em my freedom of speech,

like, read 'em n' weep!

Fat cats wrapped in flags,

impeding the street,

won't see me in defeat-

I do my bleeding on the beat.

People greet me with a shriek,

but I pay 'em no mind...

No time to suppress

this overflowing gold mine.

Blow lines, of this dope shit

through ya eardrum--

Ba ba bangin' witcha heartbeat

to make ya fear run.

The truth is deranged-

may be losing my brains-

but I'm using the pain

to stay refusing the same.

Hands stuffed in pockets-

producing some change.

Mind loose, with nothin'

to lose but my chains...

I'm the kinda dude

who finds solace in a beat-

so if what i say is hollow

don't acknowledge when I speak.

No following to upkeep-

my allegiance is to the real-

so I stay clean n' won't change

the seasons that I feel.

The reason is ideal,

but it's also practical,

'cause once I crack a few

my feelings ain't factual.

Might actually attract a few

who don't covet greed,

n' with an ax or two

cut down the whole puppet tree (puppetry).

So this is it-

I'm tired of being ya goldfish.

To all the figurines-

mannequins I eloped with-

hold this hocus pocus

you disguised hope with

as I dash for the glass ceiling

over my bowl, bitch!

I flip flopped my way

to where the sun shines;

though, I gota say,

it's hard breathing sometimes...

Like an earthworm, drownin'

underground, caught in the circus-

but without the rain

I wouldn't have been brought to the surface.

The truth is deranged-

may be losing my brains-

but I'm using the pain

to stay refusing the same.

Hands stuffed in pockets-

producing some change.

Mind loose, with nothin'

to lose but my chains...