Buck 65 - k** the Crow lyrics

Transcribed by Etze, Jimmy Dyna, and onesecbeforetheend! Sage Francis: Language is temporary, symbols are permanent Pain could be an adversary if you learn from it The grid that we operate within is dependent On a finite amount of space and time limit You can slip in and out of these dimensions Not without falling to temptation when it beckons And when that happens, previous lessons go out the window The nothingness of this is the blistering cold, the big O Enjoy it while you're in it The circle will soon have no room for the cynics Play with maybes, questioning the truth from a distance fading[?] Get your hands dirty and then lose the digits Assurance supplies to the superficial If you can't beat the system, use it just to live a little Kingdom come, Kingdom go Rock the cradle with the riddle that k**s the crow. Let go? Metermaids 1: Not for nothing But ain't no heroes on the street after three in the morning And four o' clock is crushing I've seen a man lose a fight to a streetlight I've seen another man shot for bluffing Call it tough loving, to get here is easy-easy Pack a warm jacket and a good book of matches The lord holds a place for the crooks and addicts But don't look when you pa** it Please, believe me! If you sit long enough in the same place eventually They'll come build the scaffolding around you The windows air-tight, the door double bolted The walls insulated and soundproof See, Maria, I miss you in every single sip Sometimes the burn feels kinda like it's drilling a hole I tail-heads, keep your thought in your change All I need is a handful of rocks so I can k** the crow Let's go Buck65: Dear diary, my words may appear fiery Subject expiry and republic inquiry Snakes and scorpions, sharks and (bangles?) Athletes and predators versus Marx and Engels Working the angles of Keynes and Althusser The driest of dry land, dark thoughts and mal de mer Is there a cause for this scissors and claws? I read Peter Pan and the Wizard of Oz I'm under the weight of the world, my aching strife Wondering like the blind man through my waking life Stealing your ideas, eating your cereal Between the lines of the reading material Misunderstanding, perversion, translation Kicked out of college, knowledge is damnation Armed with a gun, fooled them all and charmed none Alarm goes off, k** the crow, no harm done Metermaids 2: Clear a path for the cut throat Fill the aisleways, mezzanine, front row Sneak into the back toward the gun show This pretty little city looks so sh**ty when you're up-close Colourblind, only seeing shades of grey Walking target, bull's eye, playing safe Glazed face, hangover, staring razorblades I can feel them watching, two weeks straight I stayed awake Made mistakes, bleeding hearts are broken up Keep my balance with these bandaged hands and open cuts If these feet could talk, got some things to tell Rolling stone, anywhere I lay my head's my piece of hell Put it back together when the rubble's clear Can't remember how I got here, tryna fill the holes Feeling like it's gonna be a hundred years Levying[?] broken bottles in the air trying to k** the crow