James Field - Dirt Cheap
Retro, let go, till the lift offGold wrist, no gifts from the thrift shop
"Hold this", a cold kiss, all the rich talk
Illicit mix, if you want it, need to ask the man
Get a quick fix, half a gram, yeah that's their plan
Steppin' in the sand, kept from the promised land
Dirt cheap, speak what it's worth to me
Rumor and a myth, I'm lookin' for a sure thing
Focus, you're standing looking hopeless
Showin', you're ego-driven, oh I know when
You compare, the fare, to precious stones
Go the road most traveled, I guess you're gone
Laid the foundation
Youth sprouting from the fountain, without an ounce of patience
Proudly flagrant
Ah, so basic
Take your fill of pills to feel humility
Place your free will in a chemical ability
Manufactured emotions, I'll show you the facility
Cliques built with division, then evenly split the fee
Red or blue, a few are scared to choose
Acting like they could if they want to strike with abuse
Bandits movin' through the woulds, trying to hide an excuse
(Shhh)
They're houndin' like a witch hunt
Fist high, hoping they come and get one
I will not fear, nothing here I hide behind
The truth is seek is clear, I will brace the rising tide
I stand a most wanted man
Every breath is from Your hand
He's paid the fee
They can break my feet
Round for round, outta town, don't chase me chief
Some'll remove the collar, but keep the leash
How can I sleep while we feast in a passive aggressive peace
White noise so thick, shrieks like a banshee
We can't see
Cut from the same cloth, we're family
Spirits and words, some come forth with curses
Boastful fear, I hear it but know the worst is
Dirty tricks, lurking in, thirty men
So divide and conquer, work the enemy within
Dirt cheap, speak what it's worth to me
Rumor and a myth, I'm lookin' for a sure thing
Focus, you're standing looking hopeless
Showin', you're ego-driven, oh I know when
You compare, the fare, to precious stones
Go the road most traveled, I guess you're gone
It's meaningless, everything meaningless
As it's written, listen, the Teacher was really meaning it
Are you seeing it, now are you seeing it?
Filter out the illusion, resist the evil leading it
Don't mistake that what is given isn't priceless
My gift, I seek no other tool to write with
I will not fear, nothing here I hide behind
The truth is seek is clear, I will brace the rising tide
I stand a most wanted man
Every breath is from Your hand
Written by:
James Davidson
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