[Verse 1]
All ropes, no bone, I go deep down a well
I never been well like a shot with the shell
The leather boots smell stories I never tell
I smile in the sun for the back of a steel
Severed from the Earth is how I feel
I think about my lost ones before my meals
How we gonna raise their sons, how we gonna deal?
Tethered to my pain, I stress and I seal
I keel, body on the ground
Death sounds kneel under no man's short hand
A sword or a shield
My primal word's real
I burn spears for New York, it's all work and no fear
He think he listen, never hear
'Cause he just showed up, we been here for mad years
That’s an uppercut, a white tee blood gush
New tenents tryna bust a nut
I always head tuck, I go nuts
I bum rush a Bedford apartment
[Chorus]
Eyes are weary, are full of lead
Need some place to rest my head
Can I stay your prison state?
Prison state, prison state
Eyes are weary, are full of lead
Need some place to rest my head
Can I stay your prison state?
Prison state, prison state
[Verse 2]
City creeps, I see you on my aerial
Solo and sterile
Backpack contents guaranteed to make ya feral
I shut my mouth up the fuck behind a two barrel
I was filming you filming us
What the fuck is TARU?
Watching you, if like to snap and pose
Bodies don’t decompose in the city soil
Tenfold, dolo in the dark
I was throwing elbows
I drop, Velcro
Fuck up mega, no show
Toe to toe, I never sold
Big rush down to get a home
They disrobe and cut a chord
While homie's tryna get grown
So what’s lost, I seen it all before
Lost and off course
Used to cross a single home
I'd cop a twenty loosie bone
But I lost my upside-down cross
When I got sauced, I fuck a stop
Calculate the cost, I number hard
I swell a deep rot
Climbing out the well
I been shocked and shelled
I accost the void in which I dwell
All the depths I fell
[Chorus]
Eyes are weary, are full of lead
Need some place to rest my head
Can I stay your prison state?
Prison state, prison state
Eyes are weary, are full of lead
Need some place to rest my head
Can I stay your prison state?
Prison state, prison state
[Outro]
Prison state, these homes I should have never know
Face to face with race inside a catacomb
Prison state, these homes I should have never know
Face to face with race inside a catacomb
Prison state, these homes I should have never know
Face to face with race inside a catacomb
Prison state, these homes I should have never know
Face to face with race inside a cata– comb!
Six Fingers Thick was written by Harlan Steed & Noah Cohen-Corbett & Julian Cashwan Pratt.
Six Fingers Thick was produced by Julian Cashwan Pratt & Harlan Steed & Gabriel Millman (producer) & Noah Cohen-Corbett.
Show Me the Body released Six Fingers Thick on Mon Apr 20 2015.