Elessar - Gorgeous lyrics

[Verse] Penitentiary chances, falling finances Twenty first century called, stalled on the advances And he's so appalled, with all these f**ing dances Got caught with an eight ball, but he had his handgun Read him his miranda's then the cop glanced at his Glock But the cop caught shots, they landed, the blood beyond a bandage The tape and chalk can't manage all the damage, he's running They hunt him round the clock, but he had the advantage A vantage point, manages how he behaves so he stays Out the joint, in the streets, but he sleeps in the caves And weed deals yield more, of course he prays He stayed hard at work, his children worlds away He ran faster than flash when the police hit the scene No use, a few hours later he was under a knee But soon he'll be standing tall with the sun at his back Unlikely after all, perhaps that's cause he's black And his kids back home have no home and that's Why he cried when he tried and it didn't mean jack But the truth wasn't told to the world on the TV He uncouth when paroled, got no girl to go see he Alone in untold poverty, no scholarly jobs around So he rolled with the bank robbery across town k**ed the guard efficiently, now he's renown underground And somehow he works his way back around in this sh** Finally rich, first-cla**, but he's second-handed Luxury pa** at last, but then he landed No cash advances, eventually he's stranded The cost of lost, a lost cause, its random And he knows that plenty of him was demanded And he knows his goals are empty when he's candid Said he was caught red handed, before he was branded The machine k**ed his dreams he's demeaned and disbanded Once a teen with a dream looking for a land to feed his family Abandoned, left home at fifteen, grown and rowdy Seems he seized upon police, oh how it could be Crime scene finality seems to need rationality Mujahideen mentality, TV screens the fatality CNN on the scene, interrupting your reality He sees sixteen hollow points hit between his joints Another casualty casually sees that he lacked a voice Tragedy, clearly to me, he lacked choice A story basically straight out of Joyce A modern tragedy, a simile of Ulysses Stream of consciousness rap, a facsimile Simply written in memory of anyone in the slums Who's been gunned down, run down just because No fuss, he was no one, just some alien scum Trying to become someone with funds, now he's done