Uncle Sam MC - Dissonance (Prod. By Evill Dewer)

I woke in a dark room
Hotter than the sun in Khartoum
Thoughts gushing out a sharp wound
Real life versus cartoons, high noon
Attitude rougher than a bar room
Monsoon send you to the wrong doom
What you mean though?
Different kind of lingo
On the scene low, fucking up your jingle
Can't tell me cause you weren't there
Never seen a crosshair
Work my nerves bare preparing for warfare
Breathe in worse air, no one said life was fair
Fuck your arm chair
Approach me with the wrong stare, greet you with a muzzle flare
Beware
I gave you fair warning
Fat dab when I wake up in the morning
Looking like a rockstar touring
Tryna keep my life boring
I'm on edge & the meds don't work
Bum knee, my brother OD'd off percs
In the shadow where the needle lurks, a nation of people cursed
I keep to myself, big Buck knife in my belt
Happy to release you from hell
I'll be ready when they ring my bell
Got a sister down in New Rochelle, haven't spoken since the news came out
Assume she's well, probably sipping on a Zinfandel
I'm drinking battery acid, one combat boot in the casket
Molotov with the match lit, an inglorious bastard
How the fuck did this happen?
I remember when we jumped the tracks
Ain't no way we're ever going back
It's a struggle to adjust to that
Deconstructed facts lead to lab rats
I'm a student of a different class
Underworld aristocrat, Christian past
Deadly as a diplomat, do the math
Avoid the crash
I couldn't tell what the NASDAQ's at
I mapped my world, then I mastered that
Now the system wanna lay me flat
Different game, got a different tax
These vultures get the last laugh

Written by:
Uncle Sam MC

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