Damon The Butcher

Yo, my time with the pen, we rhyme, flee time, all we begin,

hatred is a non-patient Satan, don't stake it but we hang it

may we saw and we kick, the road is long and its grim,

but the fall of a king, is the hall of the men,

that died for the Lord, and the core of the souls,

no way the dogs are barking are at the moment,

hold it, we flow with this potent, knowing that we are

humans but God got us closer, so we're golden no way,

humanity has a bed rep because of old names,

from times before Brancos ever had an OJ,

have a deck of spades, in the life, of the fold days

so so say, ho ho, no no no, I can be A to the K of the truth

in the booth, we just flew to the roof then knew that I am new

but I grew, to be true to the crew that I am

the blue flame, burning the candle, till the night's end

my hand's in the sand, till it's all said and done,

my heart's on the stand, till it's all said and won.

 

How can you feel me, if we never met at all,

dead and gone, with a mega call from the man

with a cannonball, send to the land of sand and raw

now we stand, till we fall, till we get a wall,

till the day we say, we don't need no more bars to hold us in,

the dreams we dream, are the scenes we spin,

like a Ferris wheel, till we touch the sky,

the way we feel, is the truth we live by.