Themselves, Pedestrian - Back2burn lyrics

We back to relapse
On a block called "The Trap, "
Crooked court of a king caught
In sub prime collapse
An implacable base out a
Cracked window crawls
At a smashed snails pace dragging this song

We back to redact them old tags on the wall
Them names at half mast
That lawless black scrawl
Mere bylines at twilight recurring last calls
Three-or-four letter loyalties that
Pass before dawn

We back to burn
Not to testify fire in single serve earns
No exile a return is entire right
This ain’t no last ditch midnight mass
Sacked cloth and ash dipped
Aftermath of a crash
Startled grey grass shit ask dax
Motherfucker guess who’s back