Exile
Days Chasing Days
[Verse 1]

Aha i see it
I'm stuck in a rut
My mind is tryin to free it
On the heavy exodus like Moses out of Egypt
Feels like religion is the worlds largest lie now
Two polers don't get it for standing they all lye down
So when people from other cultures speak I always listen
If you were born another region would you be a Christian
Would you call me a heathen because I hate the system
You say i don't act my color cause I relate to rhythm
Drinking on a daily bases that's escapism
From the vanity the violencе and the racism
And the telеvision trying to erase wisdom
Trained to accept your circumstance of replaced living
Stuck on my square of the earth within the space given
Celebrate murder Pagan holidays like Thanksgiving
And my gift is only words it won't change your ways
Psycho-manifest days chasing days

[Chorus]

Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around
The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days
Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around
The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days
[Verse 2]

Lace up your two kicks chase them days
Take off your hat go on make some babies
Get lucky maybe feel the breeze blow
Damn isn't it crazy when they bob and weave slow
Run the race to the rats face get the cheese though
Take your face paint off and grace the easel
With a stroke like a seizure like you having amnesia
Like you ain't got no cash only a visa
And you at the bazaar with a new life lease
And i know they can't arrest me when i'm deceased
So watch me when i piece out and die
And the scandal that'll ensue
How we did it till his face turned blue
So cold the way I do it when i say what i'm sayin
But all i want is to be famous from the heat in my brain, like Blame
Ever since we was apes in caves we stayed running just to chase them days

[Chorus]

Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around
The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days
Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around
The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days
[Verse 3]

It's kinda wild tryin to rid the world of these myths
Tryin to find a place up in a world i disagree with
So if i die and my soul is reincarnated
Don't make me the sun the govern over all hatred
To look down upon the world of shame
And if i gotta do it again i don't wanna be Blame
And i'm not fit for the position of a guardian angel
I'm not switching up my mission when i'm already tangled
In the web of deception instead of progressin
I be concerned with which snake is ahead in election
Tryin to see through my children's eyes it's really a lesson
Spittin' braggadocio rhymes ain't really a session ya
So when i die can i return as a glass of water
To quench the thirst of wisdom for my son and daughter
And maybe they can see the glitch in the maze
Que sera sera ride until then
Days chasing days

[Chorus]

Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around
The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days
Sun goes up, sun comes down, we all keep spinning around and around
The end is where? Beginning is found these days chasing days chasing days
[Verse 4]

And its almost like i'm running out of time
Running after time my days of chasing one another they grew legs caught Nike's shoes
And started running after each other
They are sporadic
They need structure
My tomorrows are catching up with my yesterdays
And my yesterdays are reaching for the day after that
The day after that doesn't do much, he sits their two middle fingers up
He spits toward the moon thinking that he can't be touched
Until two days ago bumped into him
I laugh at all of them
Slight smirk i run west toward the coast
Trying to escape the sun set setting sail toward the sun
Overseas priests, thieves and MCs chasing dreams
I can only Blame One
More jet skis i see my vacation i was chasing my weekly work schedule with a gun (?)
On land my sick time is being hung (?)
By a mob of creativity and one exiled drum
I spend my days counting bars in empty cities
Liquored up women's lips taste like henny
I'm poison and drunk of the redundance
I need substance
I am chemically imbalanced
I need praise i need god
My days of chasing days