Intro
Hello…I Am…you know

Verse 1
I got a Honda Accord that's been falling apart
I got an anaconda source of knowledge cause I'm smart
Add up the commas of more pieces of art
Pack up marijuana, spark and let's depart
I embark on journeys to practice and lark
As I gallop through a palace of mallets and charts
I valor a talent of a balanced ballet
I'm the whole fucking package, can't order a la carte
Smoking on cabbage to bracket my smarts
Sometimes I need to let go, and toke on the tart
Now I'm relaxed, kick back and collapse
Attract a reaction of synapses intact
Perhaps I'll adapt to the contraption of time
I'll elapse in my attack in the impact of rhyme
When I climax, I'll fly back to fight back what's left behind
But now is the time to recline my spine and hope that I can find what derives of my mind

Chorus
This is of those days I laid up and prayed
Please don't let the shadows stray my way
I got enough on my plate, I don't need more stress
I need to contemplate and take a fresh breath

Verse 2
I'm haunted by my past
And the ways in which I've acted
But acting like an ass
Made the man that I am trapped in
Reap in your sorrows
Don't forget about tomorrow
For living lavish is the hardest lesson to borrow
You can wake up and be glum
Or get up and get shit done
Either way you walk out that day the same person
It's the same price to be sad or have fun
So why does a person have to pull a trigger on a gun?
For what evils has the man on the other end done?
For what has the man who pulled the trigger think he's won?
For what hell's dwelled in my cousin?
Hello…I Am The Fellow who you took him from
I still remember my mother's face she was stunned
I could see the weight drag her down it was a tonne
I get in the booth and my tongue starts to lunge
I speak the truth and this is only half of a lung

For what has the man who pulled the trigger done?
He took a life he's a fucking devil
What's the difference between one life and several?
If you've taken off a head, how is yours still level?
Is a medal of lives taken one to embezzle?
The end of war is a blood stained flag that revels
An army is just trained bloodhounds in a kennel
All we have left are dog tags to honor the metal
The pen is mightier than the sword but my bullet wrestles my pencil
How can a war ever be successful if it's full of deceased blood vessels?
What is a martyr? What is a rebel?
Does a dead man deserve a temple or rose pedal?
We love our freedom, but believe in the forgetful
If you watched a person die, how is that fry still edible?
Yet burgers and fries comprise our 4th of July festival?
This shit is not ethical
It’s fucked up like genitals
This topic should not be so flexible
Death is not accepted until it's relative
It's not digestible until it's heart felt and sensible
This is a vegetable of rhyme, nutrition for your mind
For no reason do I see death as acceptable
If a heaven’s doors exist, there is a bloodstained vestibule
The only question is, is murder reprehensible?
I get in the booth and my tongue starts to lunge
I speak the truth and this is only half of a lung