Vent

[Wise Wiggles]

It's Recluse..

Here's another " WHY ROW? "

This defense mechanism shit. Pssht! Like I care?
Put it in the air. Get it lit. This is my flare.
Send the lifeboats. WHY row? This is my chair.
Do I give a fuck? Uh? DIDN’T I swear?
I’m ridiculous rare. The kill still on the bone.
Make a good teamate, but also ill on my own.
As the moon lifts. The mood shifts ta’chill & lie low.
You kill me. My blue lips speak the chill in my bones.
Aftermath w/no Dre. The impact when stones break.
Can’t expect to go back after that? There’s NO way.
& So say the know it alls. They: knew all along.
Try ta’do right but my type’s so fluent in wrong.
Written in venom. Too bomb. You in the denim.
Kaboom. You? ..step in the room & you dead’em.
The view from the dead end still the same as it ever was.
It’s a snapshot. It doesn’t change like the weather does.
I’m not gon’lie. This that wound you can’t coterize.
Somber eyes spy life in the Dirty as the Water rise.
The farther I slip I’m less equipped to author lines.
& Often I just sit silent watchin’my father die.
My heart’s resigned to the fact that I don’t know shit.
Who am I? I’m not even sure I’m the guy that wrote this.
No spliffs, no sips from the bottle will work.
So now it’s notes in the bottle just to bottle the hurt.
Set’em off in the current, let’em ride w/the surf.
May they reach someone on the other side of the earth.
Been fired. Been burnt. Been on both sides of the fence.
Put myself in your shoes so I’m more kind when you vent.
It doesn ‘t matter tho’. So I guess it’s like they say.
Even a broken clock, is right, twice a day.