The Line

In the alley way, when the river's low
 Keep ya pistol close, keep ya windows closed
 Took a leap of faith, down a pigeonhole
 But forgot to snip the umbilical
 As a human race, being cynical
 Ain't nothin' beautiful, yeah ain't nothin useful so
 What it'd really take is a miracle
 Shit is so heavy
 Graffiti in the levy, holdin' up the corner deli
 'Cause the money makes the world go around
 On the teli, explosions of confetti
 Ain't nobody ready
 If that's what it's like were all goin' down
 I once had a broken man tell me
 About the vicious underbelly of us all
 He said there ain't no line to cross
 If it's a line that we'll never draw
 Put into your place, plugged into your skull
 Don't get unruly it's your duty to be usual
 Suburban interlinks, urban terminals
 Got a vendetta 'gainst the whole neo-political
 Children of a pace, pilgrims from a hole
 First to feel miserable from reasons technological
 What we really waste is a miracle
 Shit is so heavy
 Graffiti in the levy, holdin' up the corner deli
 'Cause the money makes the world go around
 On the teli, explosions of confetti
 Ain't nobody ready
 If that's what it's like were all goin' down
 I once had a broken man tell me
 About the vicious underbelly of us all
 He said there ain't no line to cross
 If it's a line that we'll never draw
 I feel panicked these erratic little
 Habits will start to get the best of me
 Now that's enough 'cause I can't
 Stand it yo who told you I'm the baddest?
 I'm just tryin' to get these words down coffee
 Shop chillin' I'm the villain chuggin' dark brown
 Run away without a sound, we'll run your asses out of town
 Money talks and bullshit walks so give me yours and back down
 I work hard while you sleep, you're all sheep, I'm Bo Peep
 Best get to the market cause this piggy's choppin' off feet
 Blast you back to Pre-K, I've been rappin' all day
 Everybody on your street knows me, look out your window pane
 You probably think I fuckin' lost it, I'm not going back to college
 I'll steal your sunglasses and your wallet
 We can call it a fair trade 'cause these words that I spray
 Can be explained maybe knock some sense into your brain
 So don't hate when you can't relate
 I'm tryna' skate "wanna bake?" sounds great, we on our way
 Shit is so heavy
 Graffiti in the levy, holdin' up the corner deli
 'Cause the money makes the world go around
 On the teli, explosions of confetti
 Ain't nobody ready
 If that's what it's like were all goin' down
 I once had a broken man tell me
 About the vicious underbelly of us all
 He said there ain't no line to cross
 If it's a line that we'll never draw