Escuchame

Its like a long walk to China trying tio reach these heads

See the world around your body makes you stay brain-dead

Standing round in sick traffic just inhaling some lead

Im in a phonebox breathing up a strangers breath

No change left, I fed my last gold Queens head

Youre busy now is all the message said

Let me leave you, let your brain cook

Mobile, you're agile but still hearing cancer rays till you're off the hook

My mind state stays steady taking shelter in a hut

On a mountain side ready for the wind and the rut

I see a storm blow past with economic avalanche

There's trails of rich, fat nations trying to cling to every branch

Me Im playing mind-chess then monopoly with stress

Playing snap by the log fire with thoughts of death

Got a years supply of Bics, hiding out in deep sticks

Ill emerge in 20 years when there's no cash left

But for now Im back to basics, spilling out raps

Freestyling in the snow while Im laying squirrel traps

Its survival but really none of us could pull it off

Just filling up the silence with my fresh-air cough

See I got the theory locked but now Im losing my mind

Cos the poisons in my blood are trying to make it to the outside

Outside: money and cars and more waste

De-tox, Im displaced fighting craving for that city taste

And like I said, Im all in it like on Life Thru Life

Paranoia strikes creeping out the forest at night

I like to sit back, holed-up, sharpen my knife

Learning all about myself but Im missing the hype

Its survival, the helicopter left me with a rifle

But it rusted up, now Im on the snow and berry trifle

I sing aloud in my hideout cos no-one can hear me

And natures looking bigger and it doesnt't't't fear me

Or any of my city ways

Haven't said a word for one month,

Hear my snow boots crunch through the wasteland

This could be a parallel to city-scapes

Where tree towers overpower and isolate many souls

Natures like a friend until they turn cold

And icy looks are icebergs on my tent poles

The Imax is now live from the Arctic

You can call me Braintax now my verbal films started

Reindeer in target on the hill by the tree-line

I move quick, this reminds me of the free-line

Its simple, hunt and gather rules still apply

But we never turn to greed and deaths a catalyst to life

Can u hear me?