novus ordo seclorum
Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict
Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive
You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth
Ain't no jobs, ain't no stop to this police abuse
So we kill, drill, OD popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal
Welcome to the grave, no debate
*59, 666, the Grey
No escape from my fate, bitch, I'm ready to die today
Fuck the police and judges
Fuck the priest and Gods judgin'
Fuck the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel, don't have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle
Only a couple allowed in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh