Escape Route

I'd like to give a special shout out to that pluctuating

list of names who've either taken the time to look me in the

eye or taken the time stab me in the fuckin back.

[Slug]

Disasterous, no astericks necessary

Captured by the self-hatred, it's legendary

As it goes, it grows a little below the average woes

I'll fit it all in my soul

Now all the weirdos dig me as a rapper

If we can all live happily ever after

And I can nail all my issues to the rafter

I'll leave the cattle to the pastore and feed em all laughter

Everything sits right where it's suppose to sit

But the light's too bright, can't get close to it

They say it won't exist until you embrace what it is

I tried to embrace all that relating by my taste

I don't want to believe that yall are more confused than me

You should see, some of the conversations I've held

I used to think I could only talk like that to myself

It makes me wonder if people might be bad for my health

All is well and life is a hell

It's a sitcom about a modern day billy tell

And his effort, to network with an apple and an arrow

When the moral to the last track is relax and be carefull

TV bores me, I can't follow the story

Most books are recycled, the writers are corny

so I dove into this lake I swim, face first

Urge my friends to run far away from this earth

[Chorus]

As if the head wasn't already twisted up

I can't quit breath, do my best to tip back up

As if the head wasn't already twisted up

I can't quit breath, do my best to tip back up

[Slug]

Alchohol in my blood, sarcasm in my head

Last to breath, first to break bread

When this lake turns red and this lifeguard chokes

No, not only did it fall but the star broke

Fuck anyone and everyone that disagrees

'Cause you don't know nothing about this disease

You don't know what it means to trade your sleep

Over ball point pain that plays for keeps

Sometimes I think about grabbin my pen

And stabbin it, stabbin it deep into my abdomen

But with my luck, shit I wouldn't die

I'd just sit on the edge of this bed and cry

But wait, rappers don't cry and they don't ask why

Just rap, eat, sleep, fuck and sometimes lie

Drink beer, smoke weed, represent the streets

And when they get old, they grow their hair and make beats

When I was a youth, I wanted to be a writer

Now that I'm an elder, I just want to be fed

Let the belly get big, raise a coulple of kids

Before I pull out the trigger, let it all go to my head

[Chorus x2]

In the breakdown, there's a snake's takedown

Gotta escape to escape my escape route

[25 seconds instrumental]

[Slug talking]

I don't like that shit. Whistlin is wack

It's the only thing I came up with