Gideon ft. Humeberto.eme

Fold me in, contrition for my saccharine/

I've been on the loose again, I've been back to average/

I've been pure as honey, no intentions lead to avarice/

Stole pennies from the well, though I never had a wish/

Back to the cattle prod, Saddle Ranch and Battlefront/

Legalize it stickers still adorned every coffee cup/

The room was overheated we were spinning off our rockers/

The second that a stiff board turned to a maraca/

The minute after topping off the soda mixed with vodka/

The hour reeks dour every time that I plead sour/

Freshly packed ash, I lay down and spread/

Stained with blood, the streets are filled with the sacred dead/