Ihaksi
I Guess I’ll Never Know
I’ll never know, well, I guess I’ll never know

Trying to be a good person
Trying to get this good verse in
Im well versed, in curses and well rehearsed at serving up, learning to my own brain
Trying to feel good past my own pain, but trying to feel good while youre in pain
Is like trying to be dry while you’re still in the rain
You can try but you’ll still be wet just the same
Aiight bet, guess I’ll change my name, and chase some fame
Forget my lines, remember times, when I was seeing blind
Looking for a course that’s sure, but fucked up by some force majuere
They locked the door, the stairs don’t even go up to my floor
Its learn to fly or finally die
I’ve learned to lie to tell myself I’m, fine, been in hell so long I lost time, did I even do a crime?
Do I deserve this mess, even though I tried my best? I cried and pounded my chest
Keeping things close to the vest, cause people attack when they think you know best

I know nothing, I know something

I’ve been hurt more times then I can count, I’ve learned more lies that I can never doubt
I know for sure, and full well, that its only a full well, but empty when you go to sell
But guaranteed to go swell


I’ll never know, well, I guess I’ll never know
And least it’s incomplete, the feat of arms, defeat of harm, at the feet of long yarn, a long tail
Winding round a sirens hail, a final nail, in the coffin, of the me I cursed so often, energy I burst aloft and
First to off the tall fence, flowing with talents, hook em with talons, shook em with balance of book ends
And quick hands, a slow dance with the whole and, whoop ass in a whole can, look class, we a big band
Snap back if you get that, snap fast with the big clap, stand back watch me do laps, I caught a case of the can I do that’s
But back to the basics at, last, so cats, so dogs, matte black facts in the fog, rats in wheels of the cog
Prodded to jog on the job, a god on the sod, the tears and the sobs, ground floor, trap door, to places where the raps, pure
But the gaps, lure, my words like a bad whoor, wrapped up in red ve-lour

I know nothing, I know something
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I’ll never know, well II guess I’ll never know


I know nothing, I know something