Buck 65 - Untitled lyrics

Yes, the actual name of
The song is "Untitled"

I wondered the fields and listen
For the sound of drums
The colder the ground becomes the
Closer I get I home
The planet's not fit to roam
But with all the chaos
But, when I saw the savages I
Played the law of averages
And when the river split's in half
I start to lose my wit's and laugh
And cry at the same time
There's nothing I can do about it
Even though I wouldn't doubt it
If the winds began to blow
And carry the sounds of my
Voice to the lands below
So I put my hands around my mouth
And hollered to the sunken city
That, wallows in the filth of
It's own drunken pity
And wait to see a signal but
A signal is never seen
Eventually fatigue builds inside
Me exponentially and so I sleep
And dream that I'm able to FLY they
Will respect a man with wings!
Later I awake, in agony and learn
That while I was sleeping the city had burned
Shrugging my shoulders
I paused and gathered thoughts
Think twice about staying put
Then decide I rather not
So I press on in my agnostic pilgrimage
Knowing that I can swim deeper
Than the grim reaper
Ready for whatever sea creatures may abound
When the water swallows me and
Not the other way around
Survival saw me through
The mechanical district
Starvation leads to being cannibalistic
I have to rely on cons and
Silence and on talking quick
Defending myself with nothing but
This walking stick
I've never had friends and
No parental guidance
I'm wild at heart and weird on top
I'm feared nonstop
Even though my rage is worn out
My life's a book with several pages torn out
I just
Climb trees and look for rhythm everywhere
I used to be the town crier
In a city of stone throwers
Until my soul was laid bare and
Displayed in the parade square
Ignored, more than a lot, not less
No one understood my thought, process
I was gagged and bound over noise complaints
But, commanding the resolve
That destroys constraints
I, found my escape in a melding of memories
The next thing I know, I'm rowing this boat
And blowing this note on
An old tarnished trumpet

Ever since then I've been wondering lots
Watching the sky and pondering thoughts
Strange angel, music box genie
Behind for sometime and now I'm
Blind in one eye
And how this happened exactly
Will never be known

My thoughts take the shape of
The hang mans house
Never fails in time traveling salesman visit