11 PM in Houston

Intro

Yeah

Eleven PM in Houston

Ah

Verse 1

Elevated inhibitions, I'm a victim of my intuition and division with the vision I was given

Sitting in the kitchen reminiscing with the pictures that were missing now I'm living with the decision

They was grinning in my face now they adjacent to adjacent hear the hatred in their statements made adjacent

Now my patience's evaporating, conversations they were faking, calculations calibrating to the vacant

Had a pendant with the pendant now the pendant independent

Independent independent who the hell is independent

Everybody independent till they tell you you the villain

Then they pencil in a sentence and they send you to the sentence

I remember nights recording in the tour bus

They was pouring out their stories I was storing all the torn trust

Now they boarding with the corps who want to war us

Had the fortune of the mentor now extortion is the chorus

Had a brother I would vouch for

Had a brother I would die for

Had a brother on the couch for

Every season every typhoon

Now that brother on the outside

Now that brother on the side lines

Now that brother with the ones who

Wanna see me on the sidelines

I'm reminded

Verse 2

Too many turned their back too tough to tell the truth

Too tangled in the ties too tired to cut the loose

Too tall to tip-toe through the traps they toil to tooth

To truly tell the tale of two who tore a sacred booth

To think I took the time to take them to the top

To think they took the trophy now they taking every shot

To think I taught the lesson now they teaching what I taught

To turn a brother's blessing to a target that they got

To traverse the territory through the terror of the trust

To taste the bitter truth when the turning turns to dust

To temper all the temper that the treachery discussed

To tolerate the toll when the totem turns to us

To top the toppling tower that they told me couldn't stand

To trace the trailing tracer on the treason of the land

To toast to those who told me they would tow me through the sand

To touch the torch they tarnish now I'm holding with one hand

Outro

Eleven PM in Houston

I'm reminded