The Temper Trap - Chain Music (A Stream Of Consciousness) lyrics

[Barz] Is it one of those days? Man i finally wrote a bar Because usually its hard for me to write without the drums But im, still faded off the bud that Eric hooked up (hold up hold up its all good my n***a) Cause there's a lot of Erics that i know around the block Like, this other Eric whose ex is s**ing his friends co*k Trust me i know alot i live in Doraville Where n***as k** their mothers just for a dollar bill Where winter nights just thunder then bullet showers Leaving baby mommas Getting wet with their hubbys k**a And their seventeen? without a dream and no diapers Their children being raised with a minor minus the father figure Its hard to picture a perfect family If every birthday mommas thirsty Mommas three way just started off as a foreplay That's how words play When life is on a dessert plate Life is sweet... ..depending on your interpretations This generation is generating a blind nation Its an invasion spoken in tongue and slang language Blame it on our parents the streets and internet The beats and lyrics just made me feel as if im limitless My inner consciousness is just a speaker and a lyricist ---a poet for the voiceless the voice of revolution But we're scared to put our fists up Is that true? we're scared of....a little change But not self inflicted pain you go to your razor blade Think that all of your answer is hiding beneath your skin Instead you've uncovered sin into its purest form Written in blood taken enough of Whiskey and rum its making you numb you feel sedated Heavily high on illegal d** Conceal an image that's showing people you are a thug Concealing slugs and other critters that flies in dark And you ask why they chirp at night, bats striking at ballers Striking nine one one callers they call us forgotten fathers The reason why Brenda's baby is yelling help in the dumpster -----this is the cities cycle where handle breaks screws are loose And they're looser than college p**y cause everybody is hitting it ------the gift and the curse tell me how much our life is worth ----in a world where time is considered money rhyming attracted honeys Another foolish excuse to get in your daughters panties She told me she wanted food so i gave her the food for thought She puts it inside her mouth shes loving the taste of knowledge ---- am i an idol or a prophet? --or a puppet that's being controlled by profits Im just slave they sold my soul at the auctions A runaway but im still attached to these gold chains