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Lyrics:
Fuck it
You go, I go?
Nah I mean I’ll go you go
Or same time since we did time at the same time

It ain’t all bad
But if it bleeds it leads
And I can’t tell the difference
Between a cell block
And a triage wing
I got a finite amount of fortitude in this fortress
Battling the evil gorgeous of a panopticon
Seen but invisible
Like the 13th amendment’s tentacles
Every night might could be you vs you in the octagon
I’m in crime school trine be a truant
How the fuck you think we teach criminals how to be criminal
Here in the fallen gods Parthenon
So ima be the paragon prisoner
Dodge all the sinister
Ms. Understood been my number one visitor
And ain’t seen God since mom brought the minister

Alright, here I go
I am bench pressing hard time
Round robin family visit full of fiction
Smile
Don’t let them see my spirit flinching
Giving the performance of a lifetime
Everybody coming in is leaving
Looking a bit more like they are living in the same prison that we doing a bid inAnd how the fuck do we pretend we ain’t split down the middle
I’m a cocked pistol, I’m a pot boiling over hot hot
They in here with us locked in a cell block
I’m extra baggage for my wife I’m a bell hop
Money on my books used to be for the nail shops
Now every penny pinched
Now I’m a dog in a cage, they can watch age
They can watch change, watch become strange
Watch become something prison sickness made
A Frankenstein of the carseral state

Each minute feels like 10 (10)
Every week is a month (month)
1000 years in a second (second)
A light goes out in a snuff

I’m on your head
I’m on your cell block
I’m on your cell block
I’m on your head
On your cell block
We on your cell block
We on your head

You know the kind of shit you hear talking through a toilet
We once made liquor out of oranges
Moonshine shedding light on our torment
Wake up like reanimated corpses
Keep a tally for all the times I considered slitting my wrists
And letting the rivers run red as a Mississippi caucus

Don’t know if my soul will make it out
Who I used to be is fading out
This is an oven for making monsters out of men
And I can feel us baking now
This is chain gangin’ state
Sanctioned slave trading, license plate making
We numbers
240161 on my jumper
Separated into colors
Highly orchestrated to hate each other
Looking back what happened isn’t a wonder
No wonder we

And the whole time I’m friends with his wife
What’s up?
He said he knows your wife nigga
Man fuck you!

Each minute feels like 10 (10)
Every week is a month (month)
1000 years in a second (second)
A light goes out in a snuff (snuff)

See we made to be opposition
Like abrahamic religion
A holy cannibalism
The secret cabal ain’t secret at all
The threat of the law reinforced but the force of these walls
You can’t be in hell and not embrace it
Let me guess they think your chest vacant
Yep hate it
It’s almost like these bars become some form of infinite separation

Nah nah nah nah
Hold the fuck on
This shit breaks a family I feel mine dissolving
And who could love a man with one foot in the coffin?
How can I compete when freedom is an option?
I’d do anything to be back where we started
I’d do anything to be back where I started
Right before I got dragged out of my apartment
Right before they dragged me out the restaurant
And closed the door on futures that I said I wanted
Now my life is haunted

Each minute feels like 10
Every week is a month
1000 years in a second
A light goes out in a snuff

Each minute feels like 10
Every weakness a crime
1000 years in a second
Wish I could just leave it all behind
Behind
Behind

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