Walking paradoxes in my life i feel like
Broken clocks the only thing i know is right
I'm always writing, always fighting
Always taking advice's from vices
That be taking lives
And murder and snare and kick
I be taking pics
Like them crimes scenes
Dirty Knees
On your dirty kicks
Watching Exorcist
Man what time is it?
Not a Rolex on my dirty wrist
Aint got time to quit
Til' i'm six feet in a ditch
Six feet in a ditch, 6 6 6 feet in a ditch
Six feet in a ditch, 6 6 6 feet in a ditch
Yeah, my skin and bones are held together
By all of my sin and stone
But really just afraid to be alone in my own mind
Spend the night
Take your time
I'm alive
In the night, I'ma change it, i'ma ride
Really hate me in my prime
Writing versus, my free time
You don't talk to me or mine
Writing hooks and writing rhymes
You to busy watching "SEIM"
Fix the clock then climb the grime
How the world i make a minute last a life
Make a minute last a life, LIKE!
Six feet in a ditch, 6 6 6 feet in a ditch
Six feet in a ditch, 6 6 6 feet in a ditch