Tiger and the Ceiling

It ain't about the first, it’s who gon’ clean the confetti
Stolen fatigues hide the curses, weren’t you tired already?
The party wasn’t over, but I leave when I’m ready
I feel it heavy, like the pain in my belly

All this shit that I carry, worried that my vices left me running on empty
The spirit low, but the mind on a frenzy
Slow it down and I start to see envy, start to see anger
Till I realized I had to feel

I don’t want a wagon with a broken wheel
Put the weight on my back ‘til my knees start to keel
Better buckle tight, if you have sagged your ideals
The tiger with no flaws is a kitten with a shield

How you know your claws sharper if you never had to feel it?
Look towards the sky, you see scratches on the ceiling