Old Souls (feat. Daren Ho and The Rhombus)

Winter in the midwest is brutal
 Overcast skies and bare trees
 Every day is like a funeral
 Church bells ring out ominous tones
 Carried on the harsh wind that chills your bones
 Gravestones covered in snow can't read the names
 Just a bunch of rotting corpses with worms in their brains
 The air is thick with old souls
 People who we used to be
 Past lives haunt us
 There's no way to get immunity from old souls
 Old deeds done dirt cheap
 Just to make a buck catch a fuck or find a place to sleep
 Face the creep in the cellar looking at you in the mirror
 Every day you run away but he just gets nearer
 The Death of Ivan Ilych
 Getting shoved into a black bag
 Punks get drink on Jim Beam and bump Black Flag
 Slap your brother in the face just to wake him up
 He offers you a bump from a key why don't you take him up
 Now you're up for good understood
 Sweeping up your floor reveal the dark brown wood
 Your mind's gone for good but you could never come back
 You got the dents in your head but you could never come wack
 Never that kill a track
 Lead a cat to ruin
 Never hear me complain
 Shit you know how PRZM's doing
 I'm not even going to tell you
 Better ask that cat
 And if you still give a shit you better blast that cat
 Green turns brown and brown turns white
 And old turns dead
 We look left we look right
 But we still all end and
 We'll turn out tonight
 But don't pretend
 Pretend
 Green turns brown and brown turns white
 And dead
 Hip hop heads who don't rotate Spitball
 I hate to burn bridges but
 Bitch I ain't with y'all
 Why don't you go band your bloody head into a brick wall
 Or dive into a pool of alligators like Pitfall
 Midwest we drag chains like Jacob Marley
 Get fat and die like Biggie and Chris Farley
 Ignorant and misled we evil
 I'm like the kid from the Sixth Sense
 Because I see dead people
 Surrounded by them pounded by them
 Old souls we're hounded by them
 They built the big buildings
 Corporations were founded by them
 Old blood old death lingers like a perfume
 But more like a stench so foul that it could clear a room
 So fear the moon because that's when they become strong
 This is a cautionary tale it's not a love song
 And this isn't horrorcore this is real life
 On the way home you could get stabbed with a real knife
 Maybe out of desperation
 Maybe out of spite
 Maybe you were walking through the wrong hood at night
 But either way inside builds a rage you can't control
 And as your life leaves your body you become just another
 Trapped between worlds seeking revenge for a mideed
 Looking for a weak willed human that you could mislead
 Because hate begets hate
 The boomerang is coming back
 RIP DJ PRZM homie thank you for the track