Pat Maine - Dinner Bells And Straight Jackets lyrics

(Verse 1) This mic holds me like a C4 hostage Yelling out hip hop needs more mosh pits I lost my mind there's no reward on it Metaphor highway, detoured conscience I get depressed and hit the leaf blower on switch and blow trees for all my good deeds gone wrong which Makes it hard for me to lean toward modest or keep form when the sky seems more godless I live by my words, my lifes on the line Hunger pangs, my labor fruit is ripe on the vine I'm not hyped on my mind, my ego only hides The fear of never getting what is rightfully mine Every stormy night I put my kite in the sky Hoping lightning will fly, it might be my pride But weather d**h or revolution strikes me its fine As long I'm not f**king 45 k**ing time See I don't mask my pain I dress it up like my mascot And give it platforms to showboat and hit the catwalk Emotions spark, before they mix and matchbox and viola I've made a fire out of Pats thoughts Nobody told me which way is right So I smile while I titty f**k with b**h name life