Bags of Wool

Try to get up and they want to hold me down

 

Opinions so weighted, talk is like chalk the way it gets faded

Starbound, this nova kid, still blazing, past all my basic hatred

 

Stacked my deck with a couple aces, ran a couple bases

now it's oasis, sure feels like homeostasis

 

Tell them I feel them, but then again I feel blind

read the braille, but can't read these messages between lines

 

I feel nightmares are stepping on dream mines

I'm at peace when the soul of the sea shines

 

Ask if the whole could be mine, but Alice declined

Said you have a deep mind, why would you need mine?

 

Man only write my rhymes in lines of hieroglyphics

that the ticket, they ask how I get it, so specific

 

Spit scripts acidic at critics strike them with a slick critical

Get a lick of gold then my trick unfold force is centrifugal

 

Must be mayan rappers, crap is so predictable

We all dying actors, they bag us, go and get your wool