Drop that. Get up. Take to the streets. Better lock that kid up. Face full of teeth when he hock that spit up. Pacing the beat like a beast. Rocking the block on repeat. Speak from the cut like a rush of blood. Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love. Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring. Put pennies on the eyes let the dead men sing. I shiver and shake the warm air cold. I'm alone on my own. In every mistake I dig this hole. Through my skin and bones. It's harder starting over. Than never to have changed. With Blackbirds following me. I'm digging out my grave. They close in swallowing me. The pain it comes in waves. I'm getting back what I gave. I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades. As I waste away. It traps me inside mistakes I've made. That's the price I pay. It's harder starting over. Than never to have changed. With Blackbirds following me. I'm digging out my grave. They close in swallowing me. The pain it comes in waves. I'm getting back what I gave. I drop to the floor like I did before. Stop watching. I'm coughing. I can't be more. What I want and what I need are at constant war. Like a well full of poison. A rotten core. The blood goes thin. The fever stings. And I shake from the hell that the habits bring. Let the sick ones down. The bells will ring. Put pennies on the eyes. Let the dead men sing. With Blackbirds following me. I'm digging out my grave. They close in swallowing me. The pain it comes in waves. I'm getting back what I gave. I'm getting back what I gave. I'm getting back what I gave