Choking On The Wishbone

This one goes out to all of those that want success

Wait, not just the ones that want it

This goes to those that feel they deserve it

And this one goes to all of those that make the moves and those that have paid the dues

To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge

To all the heads about to break it loose

And you don't want to come close to feeling it

Initial reaction like "Yo,

I don't give a shh..."

After a minute within it, they start to think "Why the hell they didn't get it, did they hear not what he speaks?"

They don't know me, it's best that way

Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday

And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping amps

Let me spike the ball because

I don't like to dance

Let me paint a picture on the surface of your mind

I got a job at the circus and

I quit writing rhymes

Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy

Gravel, grass, concrete, folk lore and mystery

Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of these finds

Fly angel fly, don't ever look back

You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that

Maybe you should trade that

Mustang for a Jeep So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep

Don't forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover

Come on, who you think cut the tires on your

Land Rover? Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab

It's the law to cut my hair and made me quit my job

And if I pass before they get a chance to hear me

Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory (Chorus: 4x)

Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the frame

Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame (Slug)

It never settles, the constant grinding of metal against complicated timing, developing my threshold

Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo to add extra flavor like pesto

Yo, the cards are dealt and now

I'm staring at my hand

Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand

The anger felt as I look across the land

It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand

Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets