PARIAH from PARIAH by Infinite Disease & StressFracture

After class I’d go around the block
And head to my second family’s pad
(Your arms don’t go around me)
Ring the doorbell and whoever would answer
(but I reach out for you)
Would smile and dap me upon entry
[Yo Stress, this shit different right here, man This shit beautiful, bruh
Put me in a different mode]
And ever since then, I-I chased that feeling
I chased it

Breeze through the dank, like brisk walks in the park
Good broads give me paw
Tell ‘em, time to take the harness off
Seniors laughing at babies, swallowing china pieces traded in for cars
Pay attention to those who tell you to pay attention
They probably paying for attention
Trying to take me out the matrix, like, please, I insist
How about this, consider I never wanted to go to that place again, Agent Smith
Without a microphone, I am just
(-using little sounds in the distance)

Using caution as the water under bridges like an over passing truck
Making sure bails make bond, ‘cause bonds make bail
If word is bond, why our hitters end up in the same prison
Collecting my credit, destitute
Private caller, collect choked
(Hey, this your partner, mane)
Why the hell you snitching, on them false opinions
Ever since that call
Dividends experienced misinterpretations
Key eyewitness, locked in grown distance
Don’t get squeamish, but sure to bash the pastel
Like hasta la vista, baby
It’s good, if you need more time to forgive this

I’m losing you, and am I just no longer strong?
Oh it feels like

We are through
Underneath the wires, acreage the evidence
Hiding in plain sight, the tragedy is it never ends
Entrepreneurial advocate, money trees fed
And if these expressions hit, been knowing it’d bark
Not just stale on the creep end
Crescent moon guiding, at stops in the park
Vigilante withcha, just playing my part
Lil still got slime on her heart, peep this
Champ in the ring, RAW
Cena or Hard?
I thought about you in the shower, no notice
When I brought you flowers
Thorns on the baby head, contemplating last album
As a centenarian, I’ma be like
Nah, nah, turn me up a lot of bit louder
We didn’t even get to settle on a nickname
Stayed in my own lane, guffawed at what you consider fate
Beating them at they own game, throwing it all away
Trailer on tow away, hazardous hookups on faux chains
Went over the borderline for my bipolar life
Few thousand miles and then some through the killacali coyote nights
For some supported sneakers, right?
All that, just to two-step out my gripe
Girls invited to the bando can’t get right
Can’t get right
Just ‘cause you wanted life easy
Doesn’t mean you settle for less, because it’s easier
Writers and riders perspire as they welcome in the night
Still too tuned into the series of events, invested into tomorrow
Yet, it remains today, always
Baskets infested in midst
To the city, I harpoon
Coming to the conclusion, we’re all better than sorrow
It’s sincerely coming soon, tell me you follow

Don’t want to spoil you, I am not an ageist
Do want to spoil you, something sugar
Spice and everything nice, tasty engagements
Like, Honey, we made it
Dead in the pool, travel back in time and feed that distinguished self a stainless
Single file with the execution, need that zip payment
Go back to Craig’s list, see Mac with the anime filleting
We on they necks, like a drill trainer, hens tied
Pariah, don’t get squeamish demons
Pump built not bought, you love to hate us
Hate to love you, too true
Long live the faceless
Faceless, faceless, faceless
PARIAH

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