Until It Breaks / Waiting For The End (medley)

This is something for your people on the block to/black out and rock to

Give you whatcha need like Papa/Who shot ya

Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on imposters

And switch styles on the dime/Quick witted ya’ll

Quit tripping I don’t have time for your crying

I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up

Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?

Bang bang/Little monkey man playing

With the big guns will only get you slain and I ain’t playing

I’m just saying

You ain’t gotta sliver of a chance

I get iller, I deliver/While you quiver in your pants

So shake shake down/Money, here’s the break down

You can play the bank/I’ma play the bank take down

And no mistakes now/I’m coming to getcha

I’m just a Banksy/You’re a brainwash, get the picture?

It’s like that

This is not the end, this is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision

But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm and

Though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em

We say yeah

With fists flying up in the air

Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there

'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear

Until we dead it

Forget it

Let it all disappear

Waiting for the end to come

Wishing I had strength to stand

This is not what I had planned

It's out of my control

Flying at the speed of light

Thoughts were spinning in my head

So many things were left unsaid

It's hard to let you go

(Oh) I know what it takes to move on

(Oh) I know how it feels to lie

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room

Trying to forget the past

This was never meant to last

I wish it wasn't so

(Oh) I know what it takes to move on

(Oh) I know how it feels to lie

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone

I thought it felt right but that right was wrong

All caught up in the eye of the storm

And trying to figure out what it's like moving on

And I don't even know what kind of things I've said

My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead

So, Picking up the pieces now where to begin

The hardest part of ending is starting again

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got

This is not the end, this is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision

But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm and

Though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em

We say yeah

With fists flying up in the air

Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there

'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear

Until we dead it

Forget it

Let it all disappear

(Holding on to what I haven't got)