Verse 1:
Let bygones be bygones
Let shoulders be cried on
Let murals be krylon
The block filled wit pylons
My homies still live on
Despite those who did wrong
talent & passion will shine on through this song
Let there be justice for those who disgust us but let us stay focused on people who love us
And as the people morn and feel rain from the storm let em think of the rose and not the thorn
I keep shouting at myself to stop being so negative but will I be happy if I never end up makin it?
These are the things I have to deal with,
You have to grow up touring is not a field trip,
And when you have days when you don't wanna rap no more,
Remind yourself that not every one us can be Macklemore,
You are daniel Bennett
And you are loved
You are who you are
& not what you’ve done

Hook (Jocelyn Alice):
I’m sick with the dream
It’s like it’s chasin me
It’s right at my feet
It’s all that I can see
I’m sick with the ethics
Sick with the greed
I’m eager and willing to please
I’m sick if I think it’s all I need
I need you and you need me

Verse 2 (Immaculate):
Beneath the feet of the founding fathers who stand before us
Orphans of fortune when chosen over their sons and daughters
They want us to tread these waters upon this surface we dance
For their entertainment
Shameless, how we serve in this trance
Perverted words we chant,
We’re sayin’ save our soul!
We’re prayin’ out to God,
Often forgotten, guess he cant save us all
And they wonder why we strikin’ back
..While I write this?
Some in other countries fight
For the rights we have
When the lights go out? While it might get bad
(They say..)
Got to get back in your place
Or they might just, spit back in your face,
Get a taste a that
Before you fade to black, without a trace,
Cant change the facts
Or Erase the past
Unless you raise the stakes,
Better have that ace up sleeve..
In place, at least
And I’ve watched so many fail
Fightin’ for what they believe
Got a right to execute this new belief
System just been too asleep
Listen got some truth to speak
Beautifully paint this master piece
A thousand words at least
Look what you do to me
Holy disaster

Verse 3:
Don't look at me man
I am a dead beat
One day we all die and become a chest piece,
struggle to get free
and move your chess piece until it’s cheque please
I used to hide my struggles when I’d write these verses down,
can’t perform in churches now unless you’re somehow perfect now,
but now I stick to honesty,
and know all of my flaws covered by Majesty,
my friend used to be a pastor
he told the church was strugglin
and they kicked him out ass first,
you know what’s backwards? how we attack first, & claim the Master?
Holy Disaster!!!
with so many Christian people conservative
thir servants is dying from malnourishment
it’s hard to dance when theres kids thats starvin in apartments
in my own city kiddies barely makin kindergarten

Hook (Jocelyn Alice):
I’m sick with the dream
It’s like it’s chasin me
It’s right at my feet
It’s all that I can see
I’m sick with the ethics
Sick with the greed
I’m eager and willing to please
I’m sick if I think it’s all I need
I need you and you need me