Code Poets - Clock Hands & Strapped Wrists lyrics

[Off Topic:] A product of unsuspecting parents I personify the expiring actress who could care less With high horses and pale riders Low frequencies at sale prices Off Topic, no hyphen Earned a permit to go for broke license Promo'd more CD's than America Online did But that's fine Cinch my belt and grit teeth Now squeaky-clean peeps ask me "How many mice is meece?" Cheerleader captain for my own cause Under all this PC and PR sh** I'm sporting bra** balls Unpopular vote caster-way close to the edge Remember, if you push me in, I'm in your head More gaudy than a poverty-stricken lottery winner's fingers And I flaunt it like a peaco*k's feathers in mating weather A political prisoner in a war of words Where a moral victory comes second to what you heard I'm a make a run at it Do back flips and acrobatics Like an addict, erratic I've had it Light the matches if I slip I'm ready to handle my business I got this f** expectations and f** limits Can't be stopped like Invincible Doug By time, money, sickness, injury, intervention, or true love I got the right attitude and the right d** So I decide who's who In a big world of bad blood [Off Topic:] When I was young, I had a lot of friends that shared a hope Now I'm older, and I've seen a lot of dreams go up in smoke Or fade away as every day becomes the same I remember when the mornings made me glad to be awake But now they don't And nothing's changed But my ability for individuality By the time you realize they're crushing you It's too much weight And if you drop it, it'll k** you And I haven't got the strength So every time I take a step I gotta stop and take a break To the ones who make more enemies than friends And think it's not them Who break when they should just bend You try living in this deaf-mute town Where fresh fruit dries out and free birds drown You're not down You can't compete lyrically I don't battle Silly rappers can't rattle me That's my mentality Status, cars and j**elry never meant that much to me, man So rap about a wristband It's no contest for the context of my content When I rep-sent like a pres-dent, constant Now I walk backwards for the hindsight I need the illusion of control in my life [Off Topic:] I'm Big Brother's father Mother Nature's brother Father Time's cousin Lady Luck's husband Timebender Clock hands No man can touch Learn much and Watch face Count down the frames Strap wrists and wear cuts Wind-up the subject And find out what fate left for you inside the love letter You should know better but you still pine for it Stupid motherf**ers think they got time to give