YaYu - macroevolution

Art is a conversation
Art is a conversation
So what can I add
To the conversation
Know what I'm saying?
Fuck it, this that
Essence of the weeds
Off the chronic, I reflect on the disease
Some illness forever
Whether body or mind, I'm a broken record
For the record, I ain't ever holding shit back
That lil' homewrecker wasn't me
Fucking please
I can tell it don't hit you the way it fucking does for me
I'm fucking up for free, it isn't fair but every promise doesn't keep
Can't count on them like a stub
Or the bud
Something isn't there but I can feel it where it was
Taxes on a home that go to ripping theirs to dust
These theocrats have crippled us enough
Thorn in our sides
Front martyr but would never have they guts spilled
I've spoken to the cycles and that's how I got that stuck feel
I learned from hermits we've been balanced on our bum wheel
A shitty game to leave the neighbors letting mud heal
Cops be hunting accidents, they seeing men as bucks still
We madly in love with it
Like, touch my capital and I need capital punishment
I have to see blood
Tell these territory lackers that's what has to be done
There's still gas to be burnt
You can't hash it with us
Burn on your own time
Fuck you and your problems, bitch I own mine
You don't need my cosign
I ain't nobody nowhere nowhen no why
And you should know why
I'm past that
That's the motherfucking past, jack

Written by:
Dawson Witt

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