$ Vic/FTL (Me And You) El-P

Still in Brooklyn
Lullabies chime crooked
For the harrowed and the shook-en
Back to dose me
Back to hold the high closely
For the sparrows and the butchers
See the blood moon hunters moon hear the howling
For the habit and the hammered and the cowering
In the magic with the haunted and the doubted
There are ghosts here
There's a presence there's a power
For the tightrope over tank with the piranhas
For the frazzled its a moment its a promise
To be broke down to be lowdown to be honest
Another showdown with the woozy and the conscious
For the aggy with the baggy with the bottle
With a smile with a sip with a swallow
And don't you ever try to say that you're not one of us, my love
We are the touched
We are entrusted with the same tomorrow

(Till I get there)
I'm still living like a four dollar vic. (Jumping off the world)
(Till I get there)
A lot of trouble four a little bit of win. (Jumping off the world)
(Until I get there)
In the gasoline and sulfur in the sin. (Jumping off the world)
(Until I get there)
You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch
That is where I live
(Jumping off the world)