Arcades

There's no way that the past changed We rush against the tide but still spending like arcades At best its a chance game Driving on the edge like a car chase Until the diem gets carpe'd Per diem the bars pay Still scribbling away til the mark stains Still bringing light on the dark days Tryina find a way to the fast train the rain Now the nails are getting tighter ain't no breaking out the box They calling for a nine so go and break it off the box Cats are lining up on the pavement by the blocks Switching up the line to try avoid surveillance from the cops Caught up in the cycle where the payment aint the cost The moneys what they day but really fame is what they want None of us really wan be slaving at these jobs Sky red like its valentines Tension hanging heavy like stalagmites Flick the spark and the cannon flies My life in bars that I canonised Sitting writing scriptures in the dark under candlelight These labels tryina eat like some parasites We're screaming independent but this shit aint no paradise Still bleeding like the ink at the pallet lines On mic still screaming out freedom for Palestine Worlds still twisted and turning Full of sickness and vermin Thats why we're still licking rizla and burning Tryina scrimp for the earnings billing scriptures and sermons They wan qnaesatise your mind like a trip to the surgeons Freestyling these words I Bare my soul in every syllable when writing these verses One f lick of the wrist like im writing in cursive Spending a mother night striving for perfect