True Story

They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, you're the fucking problem You're the pollution, you're the issue, and they wanna solve it They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, how's that make you feel? I should have stayed asleep, waken up and get you killed Hope in the throws, cope or choke on the holes Pokers roast in the coals, misanthropic and cold (in the world) In a bug's life scurry under scope with the mold Hold position or fold, no intermission it rolls (in the world) On and on and on and off we just unos and o's froze Petrified living hidden sowed in the code (in the world) The longest walk off the plank that's ever ranked in your soul This is not what you chose, case open and closed (in the world) Stuck on mega lit blocks, feathered tarred and detoxed From the sox to the cockler tied up tethered and boxed Just a helena with legs, framing the painting of dregs f******ur complaining I'm fresh I’m tainted pain in the flesh I’ll see you Spit with an illy alien flex, 3 titty’d martian of text That ugly grey riding a huffy over city with friends (in the world) Live wrong and prosper's the mantra they try to drill in the head 4 out of 5 babies in graves agree the scene is of dread (in the world) Seemingly seams that were woven have ripped, threaded but slipped Like charlie o kilo echo sniffing dripping out red (in the world) Shoot for the stars hit the roof, jump for the shark get a tooth Reach for the flowers get thorny, warning their powers in bloom (in the world) Pardon the fuzz I'm distorted, contorted, pardon the hiss Don't let them henson me, enter me and control how I twitch They say the holiest shit until flames around them get lit Then costanza the crowd of children.. kick a baby to live I’ll see you --- True Story - El-P