4bidden Theory - The War on Drugs

On top of the world
Read the art of war
Study what the wind is whispering
Waiting for the evening
Piano keys and indica leaf
Leak and start a riot
Peace is never quiet
Minus all the color schemes
Life is but a mystery
Poetic debts for the heads to digest
Crisis is a luxury
Dependent on creative ways
Analyze the end of day
Reputation in a tank
Blink to wake the world
Sinking to the life that we lived before this
House of pain on second story
Reporting from the underground
This is how the chaos sounds
Drown inside the heartache
Herb burns slow while the eyes dilate

Mark me with crosshairs
This past year has got me by the throat
How to cope
How to climb that falling slope
It's a teaching I know well
Wishing coins but no well
Fuck it
Soak in the shaman's tears
Hell with no peers
No fear
Kill me
You Cant
Feel me
I rant
Revolution to kill
Kill the man keep the skill
Hardened shell it's just a peel
Peel it back and dodge
Soul collage
Put in work
No homage
For me
For good
Forgot?
They should
Open wound has pulse
In the war the mind is fault
Think again
Try again
I'm no friend
Leave that to the snakes hissin' in silence
I'm honest
I'm violent

Puddle full of leaves
Gettin' high at light speed
Greed is not defined
Crystal visions for the blind
Show me what you can't find
The coffee dark
The head is light
The brightest star is crashing
Matches without cigarettes
Stranded where the stranger lives
Manifest to help diminish
Written well with criticism
Gutter livin'
Seen the pressures
Papers in the magazine
Life is but a scheme
Beam across the earth
Light your weed for what it's worth
Searching for a peace of mind
Dotted lines on all the echoes
Chapter 9 of war novel
Herb burns slow while the world pours bottles

In the trenches with my blunt lit
See the toughest jump then run quick
Staying cool
On the battlefield without a tool
Most these cowards are all glock no walk
Whats the point of wasting breath
Relax
Save your death
For a time less hopeless
Don't die for the hokus pokus
We gettin' lifted til' war time
Life is short
Ignore time
I'm with the flow and the flow is with me
Beneath the sun blowin' the tree
Action time
Pop a shroom
Become a loon when the vibe is ruined
It happens often
Heres a fist now stop the talking
Quiet please
All I got is a gram of this peace

Written by:
Derek Yazzie, Erick Yazzie

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