Baph - Election Year lyrics

I was reading through a centerfold Doctor's office full of bums, scum, and centerfolds 21 but I feel like I'm gettin' old Glad I'm not yet though… I'm still before myyyy prime My time is getting close That's what all the rappers say these days and it's gettin' old All this boring boom bap sh**and it's gettin' old All this mumble humble jumble sh** and it's gettin' old All these so-called ‘legends' in Hip Hop getting old And waiting for the doctor to come out is getting old My nose hurts, my back hurts, I'm sicker and sicker Reading through these magazines just to look at the pictures [Door opens] ‘Zachary? Could you come back with me?' I put the magazine on the desk and limped to the door Followed her down the hall to yet another door We went inside and then she closed the door… How's it going? My name is this… and that this and that I answered most the questions she didn't ask She said ‘The Doctor will be right with you.” Click and clack Pen to her board, she dipped real fast… [door closes] Sitting, sweating, even the pain is a blessing I'm glad to be alive but f** this room is depressing White walls, closed door, the lights are too bright Crushing the paper sheet under my body weight I don't wanna move ‘cause of the noise, I don't wanna move it's too quiet I'd rather just sit here and wait in silence I guess it'd be good to sit here thanking science It's probably for the best to just sit here ‘til the [door opens] She said nothing at first… closing the door behind her At this point my running nose is even worse and on fire She pulled up a chair while I sat there in silence She said ‘Nice to finally meet you Baphomet, let's get started.' I thought it was weird that she knew my name Whatever though, I'm new to the game She checked me out and checked her checklist Touched my neck and removed my necklace Not the type of piece you can just touch, it's pretty precious But I let her do it anyway, tingles down my neck I'd probably let her do that to me any day, it felt great She spoke softly saying nearly nothing, speaking in tongues But it was not what she said that mattered as long as I felt something and I did and I'll always remember That sensation I felt on an early morning in November With its sunshine and brisk breeze and autumn leaves She's got me sitting here in this awful office and I'll never leave I want to be sick forever if it means I never leave f** if it's depressing I need her to touch my neck If pain is a blessing than this the fruit from the Tree of Life I bit the fruit, I bit the fruit from the Tree of Life! Prayers unheard most nights Not this time baby Most doors won't close right Locked in, locked in She said 'You'll be alright Never break these chains Sleep now there's no escape…' Locked in, locked in I sat there for some time as she touched my skin I sat there and I took it like a real man I said nothing… she made me weak and I felt strong I said nothing… she touched my skin on my left arm She grabbed my hand and told me to hold on like There was nothing wrong… and there was nothing wrong She brought her lips to my ear and sung a song Drunken scumbag poet so I sung along screaming Prayers unheard most nights Not this time baby Most doors won't close right Locked in, locked in She said 'You'll be alright Never break these chains Sleep now there's no escape…' Locked in, locked in Cast my ballot with my door closed Cast my ballot with my eyes shut Cast my ballot with the door closed Cast my ballot with their eyes shut