Cherish My Disease - Kill the Vultures

Signal to the brain interrupted;

stutter, pull yourself together

Flutter in my eye from the burning sky;

toxins can’t be measured

Watch what I say ‘round who ‘round here ‘cause nope, no you

NEVER know intentions of the faceless, wasted replacements

I CELEBRATE another day spent hunting footprints on the pavement

Leading to the CAVES where the slaves went grabbed sharp rocks and engraved it

Thank god that SOMEBODY saved it to pass it on to generation XY the fuck flex

MUSCLES Underdeveloped and immature see the chest swell up

TELL ‘EM I’m all gone no good to you now cash your chips and be out

READ THE sign all wrong lit a smoke at the bar they started pushing me out

No wonder got storm clouds the people been warned now but they was never

TOLD HOW, and we was never listening- oh child didn’t mama tell you ‘bout the

DAY when you’d have to man the fuck up stop being a punk what, what was that

SPIT it up or give it up forever hold your peace;

do yourself a favor and

RELEASE cancerous teeth cramping your reach

Keep ‘em spinning in their graves, tell ‘em

Cherish my disease/ who’s first to be the last of a dying breed

If thunder had no name you’d know it just the same ‘cause fear is in your VEINS

And a thorn is in your side and a cramp is in your brain

‘Cause now you can’t DECIDE

Whether to wrong your rights from the longest night

Play it honest, right?

Place it on your life

SEE NO evil?

Yes, evil do I see, hear, smell, taste, touch

COMING from my own people?

Yes, justice locked away until the gates rust

But 'TIL THEY PLACE US where wild things bust and we buried face up

I’m KEEP digging my way my way up out the dirt up out the hurt

ABOUT TO BURST with a thousand words on the tip of my tongue and a song unsung

HERO living out a shopping cart wouldn’t be so bad if you ain’t mock him hard

Shed Dead Skin I’m a Shed Dead Skin I’m a Shed Dead Skin

IN THE Red West Winds where you go to scatter ashes and you end up scattered

past it

Without that glimmer in your eye, without that limp in your step

Without that blemish on your pride, without that whiskey on your breath

I count steps from my government options Black suits, red ink, white ties

Brown bags speak louder than the toxins, I’ll take my chances with a one-sided

die

Sunset smeared on my unchecked fears now my blood sweats tears

That’s one less gear that my brain gotta grind

And one less problem on my mind