Lyrics
[Chorus] x2
Dirty water, I was baptised in,
held me down, nearly drowned to trap my sins,
now I've just stopped (free'd my mind) all my thoughts,
and I wrote this letter, {{my letter to God}}
---
[Verse 1]
What'd you do? You brought this to yourself,
what am I? just another notch on your belt,
I asked for help, you take away what I loved,
Grandpa, my cousin, neighbors swayed above,
like I prayed for this stuff, this stuff you call peace,
the belief we'd live descreet, happy under palm trees,
I guess it's all belief,
like gettin' a wife who cooks, cleans and is tall, petite,
book closed, exterior, it's all smoke in mirrors,
frozen tears until the right time chosen appears,
confuse bros or peers so let it liquidate,
like assets, it's magic if gone if not, fix ya plate,
and mine's clean, dreams of somethin' nice,
but wake up in screams, we've been tumblin' dice,
pawns to the thrown, bronze to the gold,
but defy the most high and your conscious is cold
---
[Chorus] x2
---
[Verse 2]
why am I led on by girls who show care,
but like Palin's it becomes a bridge to nowhere,
slow tear, with no love just bound to fall,
when I lose my cool with a new-founded drawl,
I feel I'll never be polished for my bright shine,
and lately it's got me goin' out my right mind,
brake lights, behind, backin' over speed bumps,
freedom, you see some? I don't, it's deceivin',
and you should leave the / grievin' to the widows,
the same way they leave the tears on their pillows,
I feel low, but the plane hasn't even landed yet,
and I'm catchin' more sweat then a tannin' bed,
the panics led to medicine 'cause my head is in,
a jettison, it's hard to swallow, put the tetnis in,
shots, I feel comin' to my frame, lungin' to my grave,
blood runnin' from my vein, priest mumblin' my name
---
[Chorus] x2
---
[Verse 3]
a lot of people dyin' from hurricanes,
where's the hospitals and the nurses aid?
Lost control ya knelt, hit below the belt,
like God has got us so afraid we tip-toe to help,
and I realize I shouldn't say his name in vein,
but it feels like end times and the day has came,
where's the second comin'? the seconds runnin'
off the clock just stop after this decade is nothin',
'cause people broke... and milk is high,
the rich get richer and they leave our ass to dry,
so raise the casket high, put me in that dirt hole,
I feel like I been off my feet since the first blow,
are you concerned? No, I can't handle dispair,
we need help, hopefully you'll answer this prayer,
the cancer is there, free us from the misery,
it's pissin' me, off, stop pacin' with chicken feet
---
[Chorus] x2
---
