Free Will

[the Draç]

Wise with "whys?" and nines with moonshine.

The tie dye cry at sunrise, but do doves really cry?

With the final straw, and the count, and the heathen's voice continues to shout.

So to do Cloud 9, and it's always Krusty, but no one gives a fuck about clowns.

Now I'm bound, to hear wolves growel, and the foul, this the new Ball.

And with one phone call, what we saw, and the blood that drips.

It's funny when you confide, and ur confused thinkin' it's a Crip.

To tip top the cop, this the new shop, to enslave the slaves.

And it's bombay, the layaway, and are you saved?

With shades of grey, we militant as fuck, we stay keeping bug spray.

So to jump ship, the mayday, and they ask, "Is he fazed?"

Havin' to thief at night, to ignite the light, and I'm long gone.

You heard I was dead, but is this my last song?

And to have visions of tongs, the clubs, and the Peter Parks.

To never give a fuck about a suit, this ain't Tony Stark.

So it's heart to heart, with having my mind always at ease.

And we filthy rich, no one gives a fuck about shitty G's.