Out Sourced

[VERSE 1]

Check it!
I’m having bad dreams I’ve seen some bad things/
Dead bodies floating on deserted waste streams/
Pass me the syringe so I can fade the screams/
The happiness it brings for a moment it just relieves/

God bless me when I sneeze I’m giving more receiving less/
Still not on the greener grass, life is hard and hard to grasp/
Puzzling confusion hundred deeds I’m still losing/
Always pushing not moving destination conclusion/

My smile is not soothing I’m living an illusion/
Just like a caged monkey, to watch me they paid money/
Not cause my style’s grimy just because my face is funny/
I was raised by Gorillas music is just bananas/

What I spit is classic so puff-puff and pass it/
Soon as I start coughing window shopping for a coffin/
Not bluffing for nothing not laughing even for something/
We matching towards a fortune slow motion’s the option/
Is caution…

[Chorus]

[VERSE 2]

They used to hate and kill us, but tables turned they fear us/
On the streets they give us respect they wanna be us/
TV they die to see us on speakers they wanna hear us/
Magazine they wanna read us in prison they wanna keep us/

Incarcerated Jesus climb down heaven, save us/
The killing’s getting serious even for the unborn fetus/
Why you gave us freedom, what we lack is wisdom/
Leading ourselves to Babylon alike crumbling kingdoms/

I’m tired of speaking, my spirit’s weaken, no time for sleeping/
Day and night I’m seeking for my God so we can/
Rearrange a meeting (Yeah) I’m free on weekends/
The secrets leaking/

It’s hard to focus people are bogus and hocus-pocus/
We’re boneless and being homeless is just a bonus/
Its death upon us, it’s not Armageddon but cancer form coronas/
Cause everybody’s smoking it now outsourcing down…

[Chorus]

[VERSE 3]

Out sourced my heart’s forged by dark forces/
Thoughts paused turbulence cause by wack verses/
Dead bodies I transport my words are hearses/
Holy churches I’m gravity lift you off the surface/

I’m divergent without curtains than most persons/
That’s why you nervous I’m a virus and I’m killing nurses/
I run in circles searching for a golden flying turtle/
To overcome my huddles and battles to sleep and cuddle/

Life is a stress in bundles more alcohol than bottles/
A deep breath can get you messed and hanged over/