Chuckles - You Get What You Deserve (feat. Kenan Flannery)

I thought I could make it
Get away from the fight
But it's in my nature like a moth to the light
No matter where I run
It's my shadow in the night
I hear it calling me
A voice in the mist reminding me
That I won't be missed
The call of the rum
The bottle touches the rim
The silence is bliss
When the blade glides on the skin the pain uplifts
Fallin to its call
If I'm the dog then I'm tryna silence god
The clown is complex
His eyes trained on everything like convex
Wantin to write a revolution but at the same time fallin to seclusion
Maybe it's true what doctors said about delusions
What if its depression tryna come through this
It's just a shame they won't view this
Give me that bottle of whiskey
Unscrew this
Pray the voices are delusions
I've succumbed to my seclusion
I just pray its an illusion
Till then I'm trapped in this confusion
You get what you deserve
You get what you deserve
You've heard the stories of angels fallin from the top
From sittin in gods grace now were standing on the rooftop
Lookin down to the pavement
What would happen if I let go of the railin
Will the pain finally stop?
I've lost my support
The clinic no longer cares
I'm lookin for help
It's like bein in a wheelchair climbin upstairs
They stopped my meds
I'm startin to think clearly
Lifes not so bad but its startin to get weary
My stand up routine is no longer funny
To these clowns I'm a hero when I was shunned for just being me
The face of a movement, this city needs improvement
I'm the one whos startin to lose it
Thugs runnin things
Governments just pullin strings
A storm is comin
You better batten down the Hatches
Cause the gas is pourin
And We got a handful of Matches
It was never bout the money
Its about the message
lets break down the story for The people in the back
Hoods up dressed in all black
The reapers of the night
The truth seekers of the light
The revolutionaries with my face on the mask
Once you pull that trigger there ain't no goin back
Make sure you know all their dirty lil facts
Pray the voices are delusions
I've succumbed to my seclusion
I just pray its an illusion
Till then I'm trapped in this confusion
You get what you deserve
You get what you deserve
My sot in the light
This is what I pictured
Bein' next to the greatest
Murray
The comical leader
The chat show host and Wayne Believer
Who hates the protests
That's fine I'm not one either
The clowns out there
You think I'm their leader?
The people made a choice
You wouldn't listen to reason You took away our voice
So what if I killed a bunch of banker crooks
They couldn't sing a tune to save them from my hook
Look
You brought me here
Made fun of my story
The system is fucked
You know what I mean
For the viewers at home
Answer this for me honestly
You decide what's right or wrong
Do You?

Written by:
Kenan Flannery, Sean Young

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