Carter 'CAPTAINCY' Wilson - Pa**ion of the Pacifist lyrics

First and foremost I feel it's most appropriate to let you folks know my motive So it's no surprise when I vocalize my soul to life across this ocean Thought provoking behold my fire Oakland's own roaming nomad I don't socialize I only rhyme and guide the quotes cuz I'm too old to cry I smoke a bowl and multiply Ultra-high I'm where the vultures fly The culture died and I been waiting all my life for exposure Looking for closure my eyes couldn't get any lower Witness the stoner flicking the Bic on Christmas morning Picture the Grinch but b**h I'm bolder Sick with pneumonia sh** get ridiculous so we roll up like old rugs Got Bone Thugs on the Bose I'm posted Speaking to myself, my family, and the handful of homies who actually know me I can only breath cuz I'm only me Lonely in a crowded room I don't know how my flower bloomed But I'm soaking up this ocean breeze Yelling "f** what I'm supposed to be" Then I hit the Swisher like an open three Cuz nowadays everybody closed off It's only us in this life but we don't talk I can't stand the fakes My namesake shaped and molded by a pained past But I remain devoted to the task of navigation I ain't straying from this path as I bask in sanity to mask my contamination I laugh when they blame it on a fascination with acid But I had to break my mind cuz I was tired of being taken advantage of by my attachments My brain ran amok but I gained stamina I graduated from tabs to caps and that seemed to be the catalyst This the Pa**ion of the Pacifist Laughing when disaster hits Labyrinth in my mansion mind I hide inside because my attic's sick And I knew I needed to master this craft til I could escape the fates of these broken brats And no b**h I won't look back I can't look back I can't fake the funk God put a number on the days to come It's dangerous I ain't afraid of nothing I can't adjust I hate the fakes - it's dangerous but I'm the crazy one Been this way since my dad drained his nuts and gave my mom a baby bump My brain corrupt This place ain't safe for us It's too late for trust I wait for judgement day They look the other way The tanks are empty, the banks are busted They break the budget, they shave the numbers Pain the public, shame the subjects The Bush's f**ed us The Good Book f**ed us They pay the judges Slay my brothers, rape our mothers We waste abundance, wait The chains are rusted but we a slave to the wages and the way it was So no wonder why we staying stuck Paradox, we hate to love it Bullets fly from taser guns Facing blunts 'til I'm lit like a laser stun Shades on b**h I'm from the Bay Young blazing sun gon' rise when the rain is done