The Mystic

I smoke on this onion

To get some relief

Through the struggle

These faces of terror

It seems they just won’t

Ever leave me alone

But I'm takin the road

For the better

Still I toss and I turn

Havin' nightmares and visions

I can't get em out of my head

Losing sleep due to

Devilish creatures

That whisper and weep

All from under my bed

Don’t trip

When approaching

The problems of dignity

Manage your grip

Well, nobody said life

Would ever be fair

So get off of yo ass and commit

Quit the cryin', lil sucka

Gon’ and try to simmer down

Grab a number

Stand in line for the freak show

Take a trip through the mystic

And open those eyes to the blood

Feel the cadence of evil

God forgive me

For those crimes

I never planned to slip

It's just been

Somethin' on my mind

It keeps me chained in hell

Cheafin' hay

Workin' late

Tryi'n to get by

Steady servin' like a mug

And I’ve never been a bitch

So till’ the hogs come and stick me

Yeah, mane

I’mma make my run

And no I ain’t proud of some things

That I’ve done in the past

So don’t hold it against me

It’s just that it’s hard to make

Much of a useable profit when bigots

Keep taxin' our businesses

All the money, the pussy

The power was never enough

Cause they want every hour you spend

To be fightin' to live

You gotta watch your back

Corruption is real

It’s death to the regular joe

What’s the purpose of culture

If all that we know soon intends

To be cancelled

When everything closes

The only one left is the rich

Eruptive decisions

And sinister motives

Between politicians

It's meant to provoke you

The pushing of violence

It acts like a motor

Controlling the brain like a tick

I wish it was different but everyone

Changes

Illusions they crumble

And fall through the pavement

Eventually all this material waste

Will be nothing but rot in the distance

But as long as you buck

And hold on to your rights

You’ll be bound to prevail

Let the serpent inside through the

Palm of your hand

As it travels the vitals

The truth will be clear once again

But if you wanna pass some time

Just gon' and light that junt

Don’t let the clock destroy

Your pride you better

Tighten them gloves

(Workin' late, chiefin' hay, everyday)

This is the hustle