13 - lost arts matthew salmon

beat: l'orange - lost arts / Semtimemt of saint Represented within the rhythm Heaven sent 'em to prison Inside the cell you been livin Inclined to tell 'em the visions But kinda tell they would kill him Pray with these hymns that sins be forgiven Paint the stained glassed its tainted by any hatred We all have a little bit Sabotage the wit-n-ess Accost the princess The cost is priceless That's why these wrists will always be iceless Aint the nicest dont get me wrong any Fake ass is flightless so many stay gone steady aimed at ya highness Always seem to fall we all Framed in his likeness But still depsite this Just call me Sisyphus the way im lift em up wirh rock n roll Inevitable to steer metropolis away from dominoes Its gotta go Thats what they been saying amd they serious We all agree with that except it can't be instantaneous Everything that glitter aint gold Baby in the bath was wrinkly and old Throwin out the wise in hopes we progress But fall back in line when hope is known less No second guessin stress is reakin havoc on the western hemis Fear is hell and breakin up the family nothing less than Peer review the shit we tellin you and reach the same conclusion Common sense is hardly represented in these Roman ruins Think about ya thoughts and then get back to me And while ya at it audit all these thots and give em chastity Look they jaws dropped they point and laugh at this catastrophe But that just be the shame ya boy passes so masterfully           Here ya go baby ever handled that? Ever had a parent show you not to me a spoiled brat? Ever had a brother call you out for doing stupid shit? Ever had a sister saying you dont have to do... it?