Back to fraction town Where we never see the whole Just the parts of our soul beyond control in this fractious fraction Full satisfaction guaranteed Rent controlled parts patrolled rabid dogs without a leash Cmon lets travel to these unknown streets Hi hat gravel under tire connect the beat I can’t remember the last time… I can’t remember the last time… Little bit about you cares little bit about me open holes, dig coal, fire furnace, forge keys On these mean ol streets bricks fall on open heads Hardhats required in this terrordome of death Cant understand a part of the words as these sharks Chew chum to fractions in ocean soaked county parks Here come the action no traction in the blood slick Slide to the backroads as a whole then split Sometimes the flowers smell so strong you get the black lung Plenty of xanax for the strung and movin on I wish you could see all these structures That had to be torched to preserve the old cultures Down incomplete street down where the rivers meet Down where you can get the shit that sweep you ofc your feet Aint no trash cans occupied by no oscars Partial scholars divided by the common denomer

BP2: I turned my eyes inside to peep my gray matter Returned them to proper shortly after And every time my teeth chatter I wish I was fatter To survive in this place where the mercury shatter On the low end, this old friend, the old man Swollen and bloated from the cold when we double up and twin like Olson Metaphors like toast and The Midwest Coast and Semaphores to signal, sign says no smoking Don’t walk a fine line, you could run on a fat tip A fact has the credit of the truther that passed it Back in the 90’s had pants with elastic Now I’m svelte, need a belt to hold up my berry basket Sticks and stones may break and enter homes Tequila in your dome keeps you warm when it storms I really don’t know why you’re really going on Perhaps I really won’t go any further in this song… These Parts Are Dark  These Parts Have Art These Parts Question Mark These Parts Where we are These Parts See what you’ve started These Parts an Open Market These Parts Still open hearted These parts to the dearly departed

I gotta quit cocaine to get my weekends right Its the only time i gots from this working mans life Maybe reign in the drinking but i don’t think its an issue Still looking ok in this old mans tissue Both legs work and my arms still swinging Holdin up mics, ears not ringing Overall i think im in passing order Passed on a lot in life, passed on being a father Forget it if you think i’m selfish i’m just livin None of my own but still believing in giving A shit about yours votin for their future Grab the cash make a dash out the back like db cooper Im a grown ass man and these days its not ironic Might as well make a mad dash for iconic Im opening windows encouraging the sunrise To enter through the open hole and open up our numb eyes Chorus: Campfires… Blazing thru the night Campfires… Ready to ignite Some people say say say like paul n mike Some people pray pray pray for better life But whatcha doin to improve your situation? Are you workin hard or just waiting for invasion? Not in deep with any left right bullshit American pastime is the assault rife clip click Wave the stripes wrap yourself in the stars On tmz then reflect on who you are I think i need a whiskey whos comin with me Complain about the product but dogg you being thrifty Realness cost the cost but its worth it And i offer up this knowledge even if it aint perfect Third times a charm lest we talkin strikin out And this rhymes a farm to provide the turnin out She had a crush but its not that important She need that rush but dont understand portions Brown out yall just till the lights flicker Stand out yall you can make your walls thicker We can bond over love we can bond over liquor We can bond like super glue we can release like a sticker Peel the oceans back to peep the landscape Id hold the mountains back to stop the earthquake My body hurts but thats just a fact of life Let these facts crack the fiction through the diction on this mic A mad hatter bad rapper shit stacker matter of fact’r Part time slacker dying not to be a backer Of conspiracy laughter alex jones chatter Fatter n fatter till explosion paint splatter At least we all got the hip hop to ease the stress And the facebook facts to stop the invest And the way things look I think we could think less Of ourselves I feel we failing history test

Ive pushed up so many daisies that all the lillies are pissed Been dead so many times its a wonder I still exist Ever tighter fist holding watch just like a wrist For the threat of the snakebite yo that middle school twist Not depressed normally this is an an anomaly Infected tooth occasionally pumping junk through my arteries So tired at night, I feel the decompression Pushin up more daisies to teach earth a lesson Red and gold were my favorite combo back in the day then red n black n gold logo P&J Slowly boost the current through the railroad tracks Watch the wheels spin 100 boxcars up the hill and back Damn right I give a shit if the sun shine Damn writes cramp my wrist in the meantime Always make sure I gots enough to feed mine Always try to keep my mind from the decline Don’t wanna catch a fine from video store return unwind There’s a reason we stand aside, pretending that were blind Please somebody save those starving kids in Nicaragua I pay my goddamn taxes and I don’t wanna build a bomber We could talk politico till the morning sun glow We can do rituals if we make em so Just a man tryin to navigate these maps Written by detached from reality old men from the past I smell a blunt yo forget your federal opinions Ask the world get a response in the millions Perhaps billions More than Donald trump bank account Love in life is not a number love in life not an amount Used to scratch my head but now I claw until the surface breaks Not a perfect human,at peace with most my mistakes Its raining outside lets all shelter in the pavilion And pray we have enough room for the refugee children Verse 2: On plane or ship might Drop script on macs and iphones, But still keep a pen and a pad in the lab for when im at home, Fit in these hats and pants but feel half grown, All these mathematics building static, got my mind blown Cant pull the brakes on the clock, it runs on Try to outpace, blast my body out a long gun Dont care what kinda round as long as its a fast one Waking up each morning one day later than the last one Used to drive drunk this dumbass punk but got lucky Blew over twice rolled dice they didnt touch me Im not bragging honestly im feelin dusty All the liquid on my brain left all the metal parts rusty Must be the crust of me the outermost touch of me The absence of the minus the existence of the plus in me In mind how many times I’ve lost trust in me Now its time to re-up can you keep up with the guff in me? I can see it, that stare you losing faith in what we do When theres so much rain its real hard to drive through But When theres so much rain you only care bout your hair-do We could share the grain, We just don’t care to Doom Newman becoming human renewing zombie prophecy Strange how things change, mange philosophy Tell it to you straight this fake debate makes a mockery No suits in the cells, lives imprisoned over broccoli Hot damn, my esophagus is burning from this reflux Abner was dead on that shit will get to all of us And all of us will even get written permission To purchase all their prescriptions, top dollar, life living Top scholar, pipe filling maybe I could make a milli Seeing ghosts out my window now, I think they know billy Chilly feelin better, numb, not feeling too much pity Laughing cause the daisies that i grow are pissing off the lillies

This is now a crime scene, everybody get back There’s people in the shadows you don’t want to attract Hades ladies, quick to stick a knife in your back Why all the wanderlust? This is sick. what up with that? Not enough tape to catch the horror of it You think that nows your time brother, you borrowing it This whole place a fuckin deathtrap, so wallow in it They sold you the pill don’t give a damn if you swallowing it called for back up half a century ago, (damn they slow) The youth becoming damn old, things don’t look so damn gold I found a pulse but its fainter than a pass out cold So I pass out cold rhymes to keep the story told These places used to be so goddamn quiet But these crisscrossed police lines do nothing but belie it Used to be their situation, out of mind it Spilled out of the cities now the suburbs in a riot She’s dead now, blood, spilled around the crown That torch long extinguished, smoldering now The splatter pattern on the wall let the story come out Red footprints on the floor to the door from the runout We all heard some commotion in the buildup to this situation Vacation on our mind to escape this destination Wipe a tear from my eye let it represent a station These are no longer patterns… these are now vibrations