Buck 65 - Days on End lyrics

Days on end Windows I'm changing Silent hands Like its a virtue Holding on to damaged truth Like its a weapon Meant to hurt you Shouldn't care A wooden chair Cracks its knuckles Restless midnight Wind blows worthless Turn the lights off Cursed the one small thing I did right Shoes don't fit Theres miles to go Clement weather Smiling strangers Worried minds Sisters of mercy Barking dogs That warn of dangers People people everywhere Arms that need Eyes like stop signs Given just one match to burn Held breath I'm scared to d**h to drop mine Shaken Doped up with insomnia Troubles that can k** the mind Rivers and ways to escape Streets to cross and hills to climb I just want to get from point a to point b Then eight and nine Watch the sad face of the clock change Run for cover Wait in line What else can a poor man do What does he have Besides his place Its hard to find he is instrumental Painted gray He hides his face Afraid of being someone else Don't let me vanish from your sight I shed my skin I had no choice I taught my self to fight Guns and drums Walls that listen Forgetting with reckless abandon Dozen roses In the trash can Ballad of the last man standing Roughly cut I'm vague to you I hold my cards close to my chest I don't want to spend my life I took a chance I should have guessed Dead end dreams all written down The endless ocean Its not pretty Empty bottles keep their secrets Living dead wander the city Half insane We laugh like dogs And play the games We got to play We don't have the strength to fight Besides we don't know what to say Smoke machine ballet and murder Combination Virgin who*e I find myself behind the eight ball Hollowed out Washed up on shore Ancient hatred Man made thunder Dust and ashes Turn to mud The birds all know that somethings wrong Temperatures that burn the blood Invisible the evening comes Knife in its teeth And jealous rage Ten thousand volts Its pins me down Does its dirt Collects its wage Roads that recognize my voice Actions that i can't defend Chopping down this crooked tree I've sang for days on end