Buck 65 - Pen Thief lyrics
[Buck 65 - Pen Thief lyrics]
Pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
I'm hooked up to poison iv
And my pulse is irregular
My body convulses and pain
Hides behind my eyes
Subtle floods of fluid collect on the floor
In the form of blood puddles
My lungs are sponges
And this pen is a tunnel
For the flesh that i squeeze into
The mouth of my funnel
I whisper my reports to
The candles in private and try to protect my
Property from pirates properly
When and if the plan of attack hatches
Parts of my brain are
Stained by black patches
And i calculate the extent of my sickness
By sub-dividing the depths of
Despair by thickness
My ideas incubate under my tongue for weeks
Are born, and take form in my cheeks
When i say when and where, then measily
Crumbs become banquets easily
Blankets wrap themselves around
Shivering swimmers
A promise sit's on the burner and simmers
I stroke the breast of yesterday morning
Whirlwinds listening for the
Early warning system
Applying pressure to joints to
Crack it's sockets and shove the stolen pens
Into my jacket pockets
Four in the morning, biting through pencils
And makeshift writing utensils
Because i'm a pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
Pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
All i need is a pen to be self-sufficient
Watch my language when the hands
Reach the twelfth position
I rob from the blind when i got no choice
And think to myself in a robot voice
My hard covered rhyme book
Complete with gold trimming
To write in with pens that
I take from old women
Even if it means a black
Eye and a swelled lip
It goes with the territory for
A felt tippen theif
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
Because i'm a pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble
Fingers pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
I'm hooked up to poison iv
And my pulse is irregular
My body convulses and pain
Hides behind my eyes
Subtle floods of fluid collect on the floor
In the form of blood puddles
My lungs are sponges
And this pen is a tunnel
For the flesh that i squeeze into
The mouth of my funnel
I whisper my reports to
The candles in private and try to protect my
Property from pirates properly
When and if the plan of attack hatches
Parts of my brain are
Stained by black patches
And i calculate the extent of my sickness
By sub-dividing the depths of
Despair by thickness
My ideas incubate under my tongue for weeks
Are born, and take form in my cheeks
When i say when and where, then measily
Crumbs become banquets easily
Blankets wrap themselves around
Shivering swimmers
A promise sit's on the burner and simmers
I stroke the breast of yesterday morning
Whirlwinds listening for the
Early warning system
Applying pressure to joints to
Crack it's sockets and shove the stolen pens
Into my jacket pockets
Four in the morning, biting through pencils
And makeshift writing utensils
Because i'm a pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
Pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
All i need is a pen to be self-sufficient
Watch my language when the hands
Reach the twelfth position
I rob from the blind when i got no choice
And think to myself in a robot voice
My hard covered rhyme book
Complete with gold trimming
To write in with pens that
I take from old women
Even if it means a black
Eye and a swelled lip
It goes with the territory for
A felt tippen theif
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
Because i'm a pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply
Watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble
Fingers pen thief