Buttatones - Hunter Is The Hunted lyrics

Caught myself slipping, lost myself grasping Drown myself drinking talk myself into laughing Faded to the silence, separated by the tyrants Segregated by racists, faceless eyes of violence Mourning for the dreamers, breathing for the dying Full moon eclipse the sun in the evening when I'm rhyming Believe a hill of lies, deny the truth foundation I see it in the blind win pain and lose sensation Music is my father, the words are my brother These drums are my sister, the earth is my mother The trust is obsolete, the love is concrete Never get a wink of sleep, the way I think is too deep I'm not like these humans, society is ruined These fleeting moments of existence very time consuming Controlled by the similes, a zone with my energy Life is k**ing me the soul of my enemy It's the torture, anger, the murder, disgust It's the envy, betrayal, the struggle, the lust Roaming when I'm home, it's the feeling when alone It's the torture, the anger, the murder, disgust It's the envy, betrayal, the struggle, the lust Roaming til I'm home, when I'm feeling all alone Troubled by the water, led to the slaughter All I have to offer, d**h around the corner Holes in my shoes walking through a puddle Cold and confused, betrayed by the struggle Dead to the world, poet to the grave Omens from above, below being a slave Hope is in the heart, closing on the dark Soulless is the art, ocean floating goin far Skydrifting in the breeze, spliffing up my trees Ripping up emcees, splitting leaves spit with ease Lion in the city, Zion in the jungle Led by the fatherless, Tryon was my uncle Pa** the time with WildFires, album is the filler Abilities inspired, think out loud with no filter Discredited evidence, second looking the pa**ion Crossroads of my descendants overlooking Manhattan (Hook) Find myself awkward, looking for the obvious Skyline horizon, toppling the monument Walking on the atmosphere, lowering the battle gear Wastin half a year, vision fading back to clear Living for the moment, dwelling on the flashback Sensitive emotion, the tears are getting laughed at Sentiment was spoken underneath the black cloud Too far to keep going, too late to back down Black out to the madness, pound of a savage Handpicked by the one, put my blood on the canva** Modern day everything, cervante at his peak Breathe a sigh of relief when its finally leaked On a mountain with a flask, soaking up the freeze All these questions that I ask is answered by my needs Lonely road walking, talking to the trees The hunter is the hunted, lost in disease (Hook)