ID Thieves

While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings
 Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring
 Fell around my neck, I started choking
 My soul got stuck looking for openings
 I thought ghosts weren't supposed to sing like cage birds
 If you're a free broken spirit let the pearly gates burn, baby, burn
 The muted trumpets in my chest take turns
 When I release to spit valves gag on Gabe's germs
 Some of this is fiction written all across it
 But this bathroom lid and I'm too busy spitting in a faucet
 Shitting blood thinking of the quickest drug to heal me
 But I'm not lovesick, you sick, I dare love to kill me
 Time to pry open the truth
 Apply pliers to my own broken tooth
 DIY or die, no health care benefits
 You could spare me the "I know, I've been there" sentiments
 I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along
 Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on upon faces
 Mainly my own though, I've lost patience
 I'm painting over old photos, I'm new now
 Fresh out the box all bloody
 Somebody cut me loose, slap me, call me ugly
 Say it how you see it, buddy, I'm a hurting hot mess
 A constantly inconsistent work in progress
 Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less
 They wanna assassinate your character content
 When pressed like ab-workouts, super thin
 The whitest looking Jew screaming "Jerusalem"
 (Got my ID ready)
 Who are they?
 They are the identity thieves
 (Got my ID ready)
 Who are they?
 They speak war and pretend that it's peace
 (Got my ID ready)
 Who are they?
 They are killers by association
 (Got my ID ready)
 Who are they?
 They'll hurt your credits if misappropriation
 You can't just get comfy and stand in one spot
 Like a king of the mountain you've been planted on top
 Surveying the land of your family plot
 'Til it's all been abandoned, you're the man 'til you're not
 It happens like that when you rest on your laurels
 Like a shot to your back, it'll mess with your morals
 It's a matter of fact I've consulted with oracles
 Precaution of a shaman who was dressed so informal
 I'm a poor man with cash making points with no fingers
 Bringing popular back 'till the smell of sex lingers
 Hard bodies will stack more neatly and tidy
 But I swallowed her visions, now she sees inside me
 She-devil so chiesty, deceptive and sexy
 Walk with me, I'll give your legs epilepsy
 My game is so shaky, if you love pain but hate me
 That's a paradox I'm unable to explain
 Conspiracy exposed, it's the way in which we fold the bill
 Trying to overdose, instead you just choke on your pills
 It's overkill if you're just going for thrills
 Seek a mountain you can punch good, expose into molehills
 I've done this yoddle ever since I was a child
 I've got this other yoddle I ain't done in a while
 It goes pure Himalayan intelligence
 Braving the elements from a man cave and haven't shaved ever since
 Never forget, you were the sperm that made it
 Plus the unexpected pregnancy could have been terminated
 So thanks to chance, and romance, and dancing
 We're headed to our own damn thing, prepare kid
 Why you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do?
 I wouldn't chide you, out perform, out write, and out rhyme you
 Outsmart, out heart, and out grind you
 Out shine you with the torch that was given to me
 Torches and I'll pass it to bastards of the little league
 If rap was a game you'd be M.V.P
 Most Valued Puppet of this industry
 Get your I.D, Independent? Fuck you!