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letra de road is long - shadows edge

yo ride with me on this one
that outlaw sh-t

rather die than be a slave ain’t afraid of the master’s whip
i spit graphic, my style like an acid trip
this sh-t’s m-ssive, am-ss with malevolence
swore to never settle, been breaking levels ever since
intelligence that can rebel the thoughts of what genetic pedigrees are intellectually taught
i sought reverie but i never see a wink of sleep
making puddles of the pools that you think are deep
keep your medals i don’t revel in the public praise
i stay above it while you covet its beloved rays
pay a publicist, nah i can’t f-ck with this
stuck in a spot, like a cop tryna cuff my wrists
suffer this, self-therapy proven
amusing our selves to death until were terribly ruined
doing my best, distorting heresy’s movement
i just wanna be extraordinarily human
i used to give two sh-ts if them shoes fit
would rock em like two bricks
and walk the ocean floor sporting new kicks
was too sick, a lunatic who used to spit outrageous
my doctor’s last words was “i think it’s not contagious”
maybe i shouldn’t say this but i made these chickens fidget, at 18, i would’ve hit midgets for having digit
busting on b-tterflies or the tattoo of a lizard
visit ya little cult and beat the pulp out of your gizzards
accustomed to gutter flies when their thighs are looking vivid
looked inside her eyes and realized i shouldn’t hit it
committed blasphemous self evil frenzy of my stress gets hazardous to my health
my alter ego sends me death threats
and then lets me stumble in a hole it put before me
destroying my own soul and even coal tried to warn me
but i am form thee stormy sky as thunder claps loud
spirit of bitter wind that rocked the shroud of a black cloud
so act proud i’ll p-ss acid rain on your harvest
regardless of what you’re backed plowed, i’ll still spit the hardest
starving artist, you will never know the hunger
as winter rapes land we trek across frozen tundra
with the force of odin’s thunder under red sky
with head high
my soul’s melody plays along when the dead cry
coal’s a jedi to defy the emporor
my heart wants peace but my soul was sent for war
i’m meant for more, but never saw myself as something
plus it never helped that i felt it’s all for nothing
it’s sure disgusting that my l-st for a sl-t only truly feels disgusting after busting a nut
but i trust in my gut to put the joke behind me
and it’s funny cause i wrote most of this in the 90’s
so listen up kindly took this to define me
finally no longer p-ssed the road exists to remind me

the road is long, know the code of holding on
singing a soldier’s song till i’m cold and gone
cause life’s a b-tch and reality’s twice as sick
bled my life for this, seeking righteousness

see what i might’ve missed

metamorphosis, source of the pandemonium
plutonium fans when rants expand the podium
i’m only one man, still stand i never lost in this
claw through the underground, should’ve found a better coffin lid
orphanage of sound, play ground of abandoned dreams
i seem tortured, exhausted by the rancid schemes
i seem lost in it, metamorphic dross abyss
so p-ss off, getting tossed in abortion pits
so switch off this emotional drought
no longer out for the clout or promotional routes
ima grouch on the couch in a house i can’t afford to own
i’m home-bored in a morgue of my mortgage loan
i’ve grown towards the discord that implore my death
i test the limits like i never had a minute to rest
the best in it with ambivalent dividends
if it ends in amends to transcend to the river’s end
deliver them to the pits of despair
where the nightmare exists in the midst of your lair
if it’s lifting your hair, you should prepare for the poltergeist
ghost of the culture, before their soul was sold for ice
there’s no advice that i might even entertain
insane agenda, mind bender came to blender your brain
you change your gender to tender magenta center
entering h-ll a b-tch f-cked with d-cks till you can’t remember
the clan flenser censor what i say in a mic
ignite embers for the ventures of my way at night
i stay blight tryna smite what these mammals make
i make examples, what i handle makes the anvil break
i’m hate-ample ima mantle every head i chop
i’m not a person that’s for working in a dead-end job
instead i’ll rob from the opulence bank
be thankful theres still air despair the oxygen tank
the optimum rank to go the length of the gambit
jammin it deep into these sheeps like their branded
expand the technique till it reached every sheltered isle
sweltered miles facing h-lls that’ll melt your smile
i held a child i aborted in distorted dreams
drawn and quartered eyes watered at contorted screams
streams boarded every side of my citadel bars
martyr the heart that was marked by invisible scars
a hard physical bombarded individual
pitiful charter for the harbor of the miserable
formidable starver, to barter what i atone from
one for the road song, long and its lonesome

- shadows edge

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