like suicide with a shotgun [Chorus] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin' my hands When I put it back together, it's feces In a permanent Hell
[Cage] Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians Vendors rap stars wall street billions Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts Dollar fifty
suicide with a shotgun [Chorus] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin' my hands When I put it back together, it's feces In a permanent Hell I
from their waist He dips into an alley, paramedics climb the stair case Bullets find a place in his back, he pounds the church door Tires squeel, he falls ina priest's
your name rhymed homie And til the final destination, Death can blow me [Hook: minus the "yo's"] [Cage] if you don't hear back from me S'prolly cause
secretary She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester
a little kid taught to follow Jesus Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists So when I speak words that I don't mean It's like I'm only
in her [Cage] She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom Holdin' her baby
[Yak Ballz:] Yo the freak show veteran, bad to the skeleton I heard he's in the weatherman-oh god it's them again [Cage:] A weatherman can do no wrong
if real even feels good I think back to being a kid and getting my ass kicked And when I sold my soul to the devil to make me rap sick Page from cage's
prison cell six by nine Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear cause there's
of grace. Now I wait for the day to feed the flames. [Gabriel] I have been caught in a cage of despair. My heart as a monk's cell so empty and bare
If it's something I want then it's something I need I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed If it's something I want then it's something I need
the way of grace Now I wait for the day to feed the flames I have been caught in a cage of despair My heart as a monk's cell so empty and bare No holy
If it's somethin' I want then it's somethin' I need I wasn't built for comfort, I was built for speed If it's somethin' I want then it's somethin' I need
cell, six by nine Livin hell stone wall, metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname, the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear 'cause there's
It?s the same old story that?s been told before me Either called corny or similar category According to most it?s just barely stay afloat Cause it?s all
of grace. Now I wait for the day to feed the flames. [Gabriel] I have been caught in a cage of despair. My heart as a monk's cell so empty and bare.
