[Scratches]
"I rock for the few chosen, who got their third minds open"

[Verse 1]
Air poured, my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
The land ravaged in the wake of this ground war
The quintessential outlaw
Eye of the storm, my tears fall as a torrential downpour
The flood, your death wish written in blood
I came in from the cold, clothes drippin' with mud
Grippin' a club, primitive as Stig of the Dump
Swingin' a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch
I drink black rain, take another swig and I'm drunk
Taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold
Spittin' out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold
I never sold my soul for fool's gold
So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity
Some broke down, now the steel city's a ghost town
Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
Seasons of espionage as time passes
The lion hearted, survival of the hardest artist
My open arms embrace darkness
Still cravin' carnage and infamy
But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry

[Scratches]
"In a b-boy stance, I'm in the smog all alone!"
[Verse 2]
You can see me as cynical, trapped in my own gothic vision
Encapsulatin' chaos in this composition
Calculated like the lies of a politician
Grippin' the slingshot, I size up the opposition
I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise
Fire water fallin' from these grey skies
To painted train lines, chrome over red brick
Reflective like a gemstone in a cesspit
Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic
Infected by the forked tongue of a liar
Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
And my night's spent bunnin' the kaya
Uninspired by the freak show
I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke
My words are folklore that survived the Cold War
New World Order and so forth
I go north, ankle-deep in snowfall
Leapin' over dry stone walls with a holdall
Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
It's the last twilight before the silence of death

[Scratches]
"I rock for the few chosen, who got their third minds open"