Flight Distance - All Crushed Under The Same Terrible Wheel lyrics

Intro (Bender) All night I daydream of sleep but never get it Forgot my house key drinkin' on the stoop with Charles Bukowski Write it down to spread my message like an epidemic In my best attempt to convince the world it's lost without me Verse one (Bender) Yo, the pavement boils I'm sweatin' rock salt in gridlock While cops just watch and regulate the dealers like a pitboss And nowadays I watch through Hitchco*k's lense Right down the drain and move on tourists rockin' giftshop threads Vacation's over, say hello to the, alright look I never claimed that I was more than just a small time crook For pocket change but I ain't really trying to play with these boys They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in their voice, for real And anyone that don't feel it can s** my titty Government city all-star, son 'em so none forget me Sullen and sluggish, 'nuff of us suffered a troubled history But muster some love to crumble up, brother, come 'bun it with me now Them snipers never catch the whites of my eyes Stayin' bloodshot from the bends holdin' a nitrogen high A knife in my side, spend my Februarys in a slump Respected as a writer, legendary as a drunk Chorus (Bender [& Patience]) All night I daydream of sleep [but never get it] Forgot my house key drinkin' on the stoop with Charles Bukowski [Write it down to spread my message like an epidemic] In my best attempt to convince the world it's lost without me Repeat Verse two (Patience) His debut out The Royal was the same as the gates were crossed initially Carry me no longer, wrong or right I'll change the history It's a mystery, the gist is enough And admittedly I was different then but I give it as much still Smack the SM-58 from his clutch Broaden my involvement the talk I paint with this brush And publish this poetry or prose I wrote with the hopes That it comes back as plastic I consider as dope I've got a sneer and Roman nose, thoughts are doublin' Never gullible, she scream when she comin' in multiples That's your trouble, duke With concertina wire, muscle tongue speak Dippin' in & out of morose to mania - that's the steez So if you see me at your jam buggin', consider it luck Cause I'm arbitratily nasty from the pit of my gut Was livin' it up when I was younger now I structure it more Give me a dap or say 'What up' if I'm drunk on your floor and pick me up... Repeat chorus