Not Alright

(I'm not alright)

Simple:

You're not supposed to let the sun go down on beats

so props to anyone who don't show teeth

I'm here to borrow all the words that a photo speaks

and if you listen you would know those things

But listen, I'ma let you know what dodos think

a six-legged brontosaurus with a coat all mink

You try flipping up your collar, but your boat all sink

You sitting in the bathtub, cold cuts, no blood to drink

and I've been stuck and think about the past three days

last three things I did to steer me in the passing lane

Most times it's just luck that leads me to success

most times leave me just as much stress

So don't multiply your chance of defeat

pick your phone up and answer the ring

Rolling up the ramp where Tantalus stands

and the brink of getting the rock to the top

so he stop just to celebrate the feat

Chorus (IAME):

You probably never seen me this way

these aren't things that normal people display

I've lost a few days to this beast in my skull

with no sleep and it shows

I keep composure with a bigger dose

I'm not alright

x2

Gold:

Level-headed 'til my left brain's right

life's a chess game in one L-shape

I'ma take what's mine

Shadow jouster, I tightrope my high hopes fine

you and I know the bouncer, but we're still in line

Find your way through hell's gates from the one-way sign

A trail of cellmates will stalemate time

Sharpie my existence on the inside of your eye

so you'll never forget the vision in which beauty lies

I'm ugly, [...] a two-way mirror

and the only thing to fear is fear itself

Unplug me off the wall 'cause doomsday's near

all in all, I don't trust me when I need my help

it must be (I'm not alright)

IAME:

This has all the makings of a wreck

right down to the faulty wiring

and all you firing off of the mouth

saying "help me out"

All you firing your pieces

only IAME trying to find out where peace fits

it's making me sick

I'm not quite a drunken master

more like a walking disaster

shadow-boxing assassin

shadow hills target practice

consist of me and bullet with my name on it

the rest is history

Ready for a bias spin on it

I've been wanting to change

but I'm too caught up in these things

I'm just marking the days off this calendar

like I can't wait to get out of here

Man, I can't wait

Chorus

x2

mo-b:

What you know about being afraid?

We fall in line, apologise, 'til our souls are [...]

Yo, the devil's got a [...], a crooked smile

'cause his better half ain't shown his face in quite a while

What you know about a holy crusade?

Just sit and die, while I wonder how the story could change

Just sit and sigh, signified by a glorious case of passing time

I've never felt the need to explain, just passing by

asking why your most high resides at a mountain top

yo I'd rather walk with god, seven trumpets to finale

with a pitchfork [...] tugging at my sleeve

best believe there's more to the score than the ink and tally

(what you know about being afraid?)

(I'm not alright)

x3