The Back Door

Verse

Think I lost my edge for a minute

Traded all my horns for a kettle

Still keep the whole south in a settle

Bet your last light on my metal

Peg leg on the poverty line

Profit off the panic you're hiding

Gave the label nothing but silence

Now they all choke on my violence

I ain't big on the bible

But I'm preaching from the porch

Call me war when I'm idle

Leave you bored on the corpse

Got your homie on the burner

Mumbling through the receiver

Half these rappers still learning

What I knew when I was fever

Fake smile on a wet floor

Bad luck in a new coat

I done seen the back door

Where the swears go to float

Boombox full of bad omens

Palm lines read like ransom

Whole scene a slow ransom

I just took it and I'm handsome

Blessed off the crumbs of a feast

Beautifully bruised by the beast

Second verse with the teeth

Last laugh on the lease

Thrift store throne at the cheap price

Skeleton key to the white lie

If the flow give you night fright

Blame the blade not the night light

Turn the block to a gallery

Portrait of the average man

One hand on the mallet

Other puckered on the plan

I was born on the melt

Grew up chewing the dry heave

Now the whole building felt

Every word that I decieve

Cut my teeth on a cold dose

Rearranged like a birth mark

Told the shrink I'm my own host

Now I laugh in the dark

Watch the puppet on the payphone

Begging God for a little

I just mailed home a earthquake

Address signed with my initials

Gas station full of prophets

Counting coins in the last aisle

I don't need your honest

I just need a few decades of my style

Stick around for the encore

I'm the reason that they sweat

Same ghost with a new door

Same debt I ain't paid yet