[Intro: Busdriver]
You asked me if I was doing well
Well uh, imma be honest
[Verse 1: Busdriver]
I am not a south by south-west, I am behind you
Reaching for the back of the shadow
For the source to the darkness
From the pit to the black
From the richness in the sack
I am not [?]
There is a battered curtain between me and certain death
I am here all week
Where my mother left me with guns to muck
Where rolls of [?] from the living room just like small talk
No I'm not at the, Michael brown vigil
I'm at the scene of a fresh new shooting
Where the smartphones were off
And the units speak in [?] spells
Flashes of red light, lighting the body
Nothing said, no strings or bounds
No preach [?] ideas in reach
[?] is in reach
No preach [?] ideas in reach
(No preach [?] ideas in reach)
Something like that, come on
You asked me if I was doing well
Well uh, imma be honest
[Verse 1: Busdriver]
I am not a south by south-west, I am behind you
Reaching for the back of the shadow
For the source to the darkness
From the pit to the black
From the richness in the sack
I am not [?]
There is a battered curtain between me and certain death
I am here all week
Where my mother left me with guns to muck
Where rolls of [?] from the living room just like small talk
No I'm not at the, Michael brown vigil
I'm at the scene of a fresh new shooting
Where the smartphones were off
And the units speak in [?] spells
Flashes of red light, lighting the body
Nothing said, no strings or bounds
No preach [?] ideas in reach
[?] is in reach
No preach [?] ideas in reach
(No preach [?] ideas in reach)
Something like that, come on
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