Sol Hardy - Walter White Collar

My inner monologue is an arsonist
Busy cooking molotov's full of sharpened bits
Of shattered pith from where my heart should sit
Ready to take pop shots
At every thought he gets between
His lips drip gasoline
Good God guard the memories
Can't let him find the sweetest things to set to flame
Cause he's burning everything
Turning everything into battery
So maddening
Just had to be born with the baddest genes
I got doctors trying to restitch the seams
Fill the pockets full of prescription dreams
Of fighting fire with prozac
His lighter is no match
For a strike of the throw back
These pills but just know that
They'll kill all emotion
So open up the throat and medicate the Sol
With a little smoke and Tennessee Honey
Fuck angels and blow halos
Cause God is money
Cold and lonely
And if you don't got God then you don't got homies
You don't got time and you don't got nothing
So much fire and not enough loving

I got a fire inside got a desirous mind
Paranoid and grinning from behind some shifting eyes
Cannot decide
Half of the time I'm tired thinking of dying
I'm wired dreaming of flying
Maybe one day I'll take a leap of faith
And smack the ground trying
Kill two birds with a single stone
One's a songbird, the other's a crow
Let the murderer go and cage the beauty for show
Yeah, nobody knows that this is heroin hoping
So go ahead and bust the lips open
Let the demons tear from the
Throat with a mouth full of coals
Bet
I'll swallow them red hot embers
Then hock cinders at the world's shit
Cause I'm a born dissenter
A little mental
Demented with a pencil
Forgive me for my intent to
Gently fuck the stencil
From inside of the mind
I'm going outside of the lines
Just hoping to find a way I can cope
With this life for the time I've spent knowing
The lies in design that spin gold
From lives victimized by assembly lines
Of those moving dollars and dimes
Buying time for the price of their time
Who knows, who knows
Every wick takes its turn with the flame
But do the wicked burn all the same
When no fire remains

Enough, enough
It's never enough
Burning in the blood
Diamond in the rough
Won't be understood
Try and drink the flood
Till your gut is stuffed
Can you hear me
Good

The name's Walter white Collar
Go ahead and check your doppler
I stole your blue skies and sold em back for a dollar
But you can call me Big Pharma
Hustle Adderall to the pedagogue to twist minds how I want to
Ask about me when you talk to God on the wire
Don't ya
I even monetized the messiah
Oh yeah
It started in the beginning
The original sin when that apple was bitten
I snagged it from Eve one night
Sold it to Steve missing one bite
So he could sell it to all y'all with 4G
Now isn't that tight
That's right
Walter White's rules to live by
Never go asking for trouble if your tongue is tied
Whatever the mirror tells you
This shit is right
Now consume, consume like wild fire
Cause it is life, this is life
Burn just like the sun chasing the moon
Till the day you die

Written by:
Sol Hardy

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