Nonsense - 167T Thoughts (prod. by 10th letter) lyrics

We hang on by a thin thread Concrete haven boasts chances for bread A lot survive with minimal time No steps ahead, no vision Just a fear of the landlord plus the feds Vultures exist I know They fly at peak height, to keep out of sight Then swoop will all might when bloods spilled Pick at vitals, leave you 0, not literally k**ed Just stranded with poor-man thrills A f**in' pace where you can't stand still Checks that, barely made it for the meal I look up, is it real? That those in the towers could hand us a mill? An Ox told me stop and man will k** Eating his own kind to strive.... but I.... Can't stand that deal But then again some sh** is too real... Some more extra green Receive sh** from occupations extra mean Giving power, to enable them dawn showers I ride with them, all but me on a purpose They ride to preserve, I ride to to walk some miles for one to come Running from goals still undone.... dumb My efforts a crumb of comparison to the sheep ant hybrid garrison My aimlessness, no better than A stop and risk on a colored fam All alleged and it don't escape me, goddamn Systems that don't allow me to stand still Thankful cuz I can have a meal Is the chance nil, that in this life I can ama** a meal An Ox got strong through the will to k** Now I question if it's for the meal or the thrill All I know is that I create real.... Believe me