Ecstasy

Chorus:
When the world gets cold, and you feel so alone,
Coz you have no home, it's a long old road,
When they told you that you should watch your tone,
Just don't let go of that feeling,
When you have no hope, but you're in your zone,
Feel it in your bones, if you lift that cloak,
When they told you that you should sell your soul,
Just don't let go of that feeling.

Verse 1:
What we're seeing right now is the fall of Rome, born alone, die alone, kill it on the microphone, the sort of moment I live for, it's a cornerstone, I'm just another tortured soul, that hit a fork in the road, they just wanna go to the bar and get corona, I just wanna spit a bar as sick as Covid, heaven knows, the devil knows, I'm on the ball, just let it roll, writing letters to you I'll open up like envelope, used to be timid, until I found this megaphone, the deeper it goes, the more than we need a beacon of hope, but the demons are grown, you reap what you sow, and you were weak in the moment and now you're weeping alone, your people have blown it, you're not right, it's time move left, put a bullet in my head when I get a blue check, Red Dead, I'm Dutch, don't have a crew left, don't know who to trust, who's next?

Verse 2:
I've been studying this rap shit, and I love it with a passion, so I treat it like a pussy, it's like putty in my hands, Mr. Majik mother fucker that's a bunny in a hat, and I'm broke but this track's like money in the bag, I'm getting ready like Teddy Bundy, already bloody, everybody's getting duppied, I'm getting gully, I'm going nutty, will no one love me, you can't corrupt me, I'm no one's puppy, you won't disrupt me, the darkness loves me, the truth is ugly, I'll never do your dirt, even though my shoes are muddy, I've been in the field, try'na find beauty in the ugly, mummy didn't raise a dummy, money shouldn't be a worry, that's when I became Commie scum, it's so funny, all the propaganda, we're in trouble, everybody's living in a bubble, your depth is so shallow, you'd drown in a puddle, when it's blatant, I could never be subtle.

Verse 3:
You never know when the edge is close, try'na get control, when you're holding on to the ledge and you feel like letting go, anything goes, looting, riots and murder, murder, this generation's Shakespeare is probably serving burgers, and don't forget the son of God was murdered by the state, they try to take your rights away and I just pray the truth will find the light of day, when tears turn into tidal waves, everything is in dire straits, and we don't have the time to wait, it's time to annihilate mother fuckers who violate, the violent rage inside is justified don't let it slide away, kind of feels like the final days, might be still but we'll find a way, like a fight with the father, his son came and took the stars away, like the stripes on a tiger, the brightest nights and the darkest days, I guess that we'll figure it out but only time will tell, try'na seperate the Arthur Morgan's from the Micah Bell's, I'd walk into the gates of hell with you.