Traveling Dunk Tank

Both

That's why I keep my nose to the stone sharp til the hairs split

Prose of a lone cub in a bear's pit

And I can barely sit still

You know the dealwake work repeat

I'm trying to eat

I'm trying to free up them wings trying to bare some teeth

Insignificance ain't no signature I'm trying to leave

Set a precedent for me trying to teach it to my seed

No predicament too twisted for speech I'ma just be

Alone

P O S

Back from seeing papa drink 40 o-u-n-c-e's just to quench

I'll rise against all you rinse in me

You want your soundscape scraped that's my homeboy Cece

I'll be that lung beater here to choke smoke and pent heaters

Warm the frostbite of the death cheaters

And maybe next year the check clears

Until that time nickle and dime

No henny and shine grind them gears

Me and Cecil been up for years

Now peeking at how to live

How funny something so simple can leave you feeling so supple

Belly full promise of struggle never bull

Stay Doom through til the muscle

And I'm been dreaming for a Cecil beat

Pasting on the canvas on the easel beat needle point

Balance them anxieties

And fret with any spool or school of thought that keeps the cloth you stitch indifferent

It's not the pot you piss in

Both

That's why I keep my nose to the stone sharp til the hairs split

Prose of a lone cub in a bear's pit

And I can barely sit still

You know the dealwake work repeat

I'm trying to eat

I'm trying to free up them wings trying to bear some teeth

And significance ain't no signature I'm trying to leave

Set a precedent for me trying to teach it to my seed

No predicament too twisted for speech I'ma just be

Alone

Cecil

So now I stepped into the side saddle riding all alone

My only weapon is my mind

That and knowing that the road wrote a story of its own entitled

I am yours to loan but I ain't yours to own no I ain't yours

And only open eyes would know the lines and quotes

And no I haven't always kept my eyes open so I'm

Alone

Without a home to call my own

Cause dreams are the only roads I roam

And now I'm sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts preaching and car hearts

Standing at the edge of this cliff throwing little things off like rockstars and car parts

These scars that are marking up my face and body

Are the songs that I write about you but now I base them off me

I'm breaking laws that we alone don't show a sign of purpose

So I'll walk these lines and these fences until my time is serviced

These giant churches burning witches pretty perverts city workers and snitches

That s**t's just drying on the fan the d**ned

I'll keep my chin up sit up and stand

Just combing through the trust the rust the dust the rush and the drunk angst

I cash my check at a blood bank

Plus I've got some clown make-up and a traveling dunk tank