Shahmen - Hollow lyrics

You shouldn't holler if you hear me
You should holler if you don't
So the knowledge, it'll steer me 'til I'm
Searing through your pulse
If you follow on me clearly
Then you better listen close
I'm hollow as a theory of
A man who sees ghosts appearing with a fury
But it's nothing he can hold
See, when a shell's hollow and
You stretch skin across
Hands beat it down and the
Drums starts to talk
The average city crow grows cold and
Unfolds into a black hawk
And all the alley cats and
Rats getting picked off
Plus all the trash that they live
Is 'bout to kiss God
I treasure cleanliness been living
With my junkie dogs
Who find it hard in their heart
To give a fuck at all
Just got a penalty and still
Ain't touched the fucking ball
It makes me wonder do I really
Want to play at all?
But if I quit that'd be a
Kiss on every haters' jaw
And that's never been the way
I ever played at all stayed up late
Woke up later and I made this song
And Sense had left the beat
Laying in the crate forgot
Went to China with his family
While I just watched
Over the house like the mouse
That you never caught
Always around but I hide
Cause I'm better off
You might catch me in the kitchen
Then I'm dead of course
Unless you're scared and I run
From your deadly force
But all I really want is something
Like a crumb of yours
And in exchange I'll say what's
Hidden in between the doors
See the walls don't talk, but I do reports
I could tell you where this
Music is moving toward
Grabbed the beers and the blunts
From the corner store
And dived straight into the crates
On it's own accord
And cracked every written book just
To know the score
Sat in silence just to learn
What the writing's for
I try to smile but the
Child is always wanting more
The old man always sleeps and
Only wants to snore
And I've risen out the grave on my accord
Still I'm caged by the pain
But I'm due reward
For all the bounties on the heads
That's what I'm shooting for
I don't want to win a battle
Just to lose the war
I'm up the river trying to
Paddle back to home court
Black Cadillac running on a half-quart
And I'm a make it on the fumes
Since you asked for it

BLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone
Black crow feather of the tribe
We gon' carry on we gon' carry on

BLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone
Black crow feather of the tribe
We gon' carry on we gon' carry on

BLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone
Black crow feather of the tribe
We gon' carry on we gon' carry on