The Flavor Of The Underground

I feel like I don't know
where i'm headed lately moving through the groove and the think i'm doing it
just for the food for thought cause music is one
of many muses, of course
but even it combined with
all other force
won't change the strength
of that signal pouring
from it's painful source
fill up my stomach
with an another empty void hurry up and numb it
I don't think I choice
if I did, being a youngin
made it hard to avoid
had to stick my tongue in
with a throat full of points
that had to be made
so my mouth was a bridge
that my lungs had paved
for my verbal army to
cross into your space
every word is a solider
holding a blade
the weight of a boulder
each important to say
look at them marching
into their fate
oh so brave

(hook)
left foot first to be followed by the right
born with a thirst to be bothered by the fight
scorn with a curse to be a swallowed by the night
sworn to a sword till it's worn to a knife
left foot first to be followed by the right
born with a thirst to be bothered by the fight
scorn with a curse to be a swallowed by the night
till there's no one left except me at my desk

yes you guessed it
another suggestion
don't digress just
cause you missed the message sit till you digest
the intended lesson
there's no question
of what I meant mention there's no resting
with this level of stress in
my heart and my mind
it's a different type of life
few know what it is
and most of those that do won't throw a second my way to hear what I have to say
i'll speak it anyway
for those close to my situation lost in the day to day
who can't form words
when they feel like me
left the singing for the birds and the growth to the tree given up
unable to recognize that they can't give enough
live it up
repeat what I say
you can be my little soldier speak it to the grave
look at you marching
oh so brave

(hook)
left foot first to be followed by the right
born with a thirst to be bothered by the fight
scorn with a curse to be a swallowed by the night
sworn to a sword till it's worn to a knife
left foot first to be followed by the right
born with a thirst to be bothered by the fight
scorn with a curse to be a swallowed by the night
till there's no one left except you at my desk

meet me where the sun stops
oh, you look lost
meet me where the shadow sleeps watch your feet
dance as the drum
of the battle beats, please remember me, though
i'll understand if you don't
I got a guy on come up
and he thinks i'm the bomb like I spit a liquid flow of lithium ion
sunlight, energy
by god, it's unlike
anything he's seen before
but I feel close
to the end of my rope
closing in on the noose
soon it'll move to choke though, most of all I feel
like a disappointment
really i'm just stuck wondering where the hell my voice went didn't have the chance to stand and choose the choice against joining in this walk
just another lost bark
that echoes in the shadows piss scared blank face
been steady pace for days
just look at us march though
I bet we look brave

(hook)
left foot first to be followed by the right
born with a thirst to be bothered by the fight
scorn with a curse to be a swallowed by the night
sworn to a sword till it's worn to a knife
left foot first to be followed by the right
born with a thirst to be bothered by the fight
scorn with a curse to be a swallowed by the night
till there's no one left just papers on a desk