Sims - 15 Blocks lyrics

I walk fifteen blocks just
To phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what
The day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our
Horizon and digesting
Trying to shake it off
If I could shake it off
I walk fifteen blocks just
To phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what
The day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our
Horizon and digesting
Trying to shake it off
If I could shake it off

Death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn
While the Pres meets the press
On the White House lawn
I spend my days depressed my nights


Trying to shake it off
And they say "We're lost"
And I say "You're right"
But my generation is the seeds of Vietnam
They never believed in better bombs
Inevitably, and better to be
So ready to bleed
He said it all wrong, can I get it all calm?
Give a call to my mom, the prison I'm in
Or call it a loss? Causes are lost
Your mind's behind bars and your
Heart's on the gauze
And fuck it, I'm ready to walk
This is my veto ' My
Feet bleeding through my sneakers
Soul leaking through the speaker ' Easy
When you see the young gun
Heat seeker lungs stung with black tar
Never act hard than I am '
I never play or pretend
I'm just a man surviving in
The modern ways to contend
So turn the fade up to ten
And let the banging begin
Seeds of the 80’s party daily
Just to shake off effects
Brought to our necks by Reagan and friends
And now to say my amends
Pray for a brighter than
The nine-to-five-to-lifer sentence
Michael's picking peppers paying
Piper penance even I could rise to menace
Or stoop to greatness
Either way, my dues are paid in full
Some choose to play the wolf
Some play the sheep and cry ' I choose
'Til the day I die

I walk fifteen blocks just
To phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what
The day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our
Horizon and digesting
Trying to shake it off
If I could shake it off
I walk fifteen blocks just
To phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what
The day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our
Horizon and digesting
Trying to shake it off
If I could shake it off

Live wire, march to the tap of the typewriter
Nine ciphers looking for life in my head
I'm tired of the voices never
Had a choice to rest
Gotta press, wait, gotta tread
But, I wish I would've never heard the news
And now I know what you
Really said: confusing mess
That shit is fresh
But still inside the fear's consuming
Try to put my foot down just
To stop this sphere from moving
So I could catch up ' But fuck it
I bloom another match up
To another cig I swore to be my last one
Then chain one off of that and spit
The hack up on the deck
Just to pull exactly where I laid a step
My stressed breath's getting shallower
With every pull and in effect
Death feeling restless for the -
(I don't know what to do)
But in it's essence, it wrecks me
Like two speeding cars one-way intersecting
And I'm left guessing
"Which one's gonna make it out?"
Well I got pins in my frame
So this time I'm breaking out
So for now I stroll alone on a broken globe
Smoking bones as a ghost
I'm on the walking comatose ' Features frozen
Expression is dead as a president's slogan
I need a medic to set it, a sedative
And a better moment than now
Lost crow, lost soul
Found on the branch of the Doomtree
And if the day does to you
What the day does to me
Throw your fucking hands up and
Thank "God" for Lazerbeak
Thank "God" for Doomtree

I walk fifteen blocks just
To phrase one correctly
A rolling example of what
The day spun directly
Tied tongue reflecting our
Horizon and digesting
Trying to shake it off
If I could shake it off
Washed ashore with bullet holes
In all civilian clothes
And I still ain't got it right
So I walk some more
And bid this burning city a good night