My clothes are wet
The street is wet
I been too damn damp for days
My money spent
My patience spent
I can't survive but for a couple more days
Tonight I will sleep in this laundromat
Pray that my last quarter be enough
I didn't, I won't, I can't think
Life's a little less tough when you're running on instinct
My subconscious is a bluff
I am guided by fear
I am weary
I am tense until the sirens I hear fade
And I know that I'm in the clear
Offer officers my recompense
I only use big words when that's the kind that I hear
I'm only on this side of the fence
Cuz I heard that your precinct's pretty nice this time of year
I can't thank
You enough for oppressing these communities
Best way to keep criminals out of prison:
Give them badges and immunity
Just don't let them near me
Two dozen whore's horror stories persuaded me to believe that they ain't got shit for me

Sweating in the heat of the laundromat
Knowing not a soul knows where I'm at
Knowing not a soul cares where I am
Hoping I can stop the bleeding from the hole in my thick skin

Do I Regret leaving home?
Why are my thoughts Encrypted?
Maybe I'm just not good at it
Maybe Atlanta's no greener than the lifestyles of the aristocratic
Life on this side damn sure ain't that organic

And if I wasn't told better
I'd say that the green that we chase is monochromatic
White and grey damn it
Chasing whoever has it never confronted by our bad habits.
Searching for a friend but I'd trade them for some cabbage


My words are so slurred not even I can tell if it's a curse
Satan got to be more articulate
Nathan got to be less abrasive
Less like fine particulate
Y'all better let me live treat me less like a participant
I been through your thick and thin
Got caught up in it
Left me washing dishes while the real world finished
Came into town on official business
Life's a lot easier when you got a witness
My life feels long but lacks thickness
Nostalgia comes to me vividly
Is it the climate that brings to mind this imagery?
I hope I make drugs sound scary
Young children stay wary
What's the point?

Give up my soul for the money?
Well that's a deal if you asked me.
I'm in the hole with you you honey.
But it ain't real if you asked me.
Give up my soul for the money?
Well that's a steal if you asked me.
Come close to the end but I ain't there yet.
Home is where I'm at
Home is when I cut my path
Looking back, it wasn't no sadness
Wasn't no deal
And if you asked me about it
I'd say it was a steal

And I'm feeling so alone.