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Mold In The Walls

  1. //Chorus//
  2. It’s like a condemned building
  3. With cracked foundations, and mold in the walls that you can’t get rid of
  4. Decay set in years ago, probably when you started pretending
  5. That what you do is a lifestyle, and you don’t plan on quitting
  6. It’s like a condemned building
  7. With cracked foundations, and mold in the walls that you can’t get rid of
  8. Decay set in years ago, probably when you started pretending
  9. That what you do is a lifestyle, and you don’t plan on quitting
  10.  
  11. //Verse//
  12. Thunder thudding somewhere beyond the gutter punched skyline, sitting hunched
  13. On the busted brick stoop of the building, my hood’s up, thumb’s
  14. Brushing the crumbled edge of a cigarette, neighborhood thick with tension yo
  15. Feeling a dull thrum of hunger more emotional than physical
  16. The burnt husk of the barber shop still smolders in those memories
  17. Shuttered after the third robbery and one blunt bullet through the register
  18. Now it just sits, tagged with faded murals, sagging under graffiti
  19. The pavement below is split and swollen, speckled with blunts, and I’m seeing
  20. Bottle caps, and the remains of Faygo and corner store ketchup
  21. A bus’s muffler drags like a loose chain, glance up at the sky, the clouds hang above
  22. No sunlight, helicopter blades cut through the smog above the street
  23. Hunting someone or something, maybe both, my gun is still tucked beneath
  24. The floorboard upstairs, it hadn’t moved since my friend ran with it on a mission
  25. That turned into a funeral, I found it three days after the service
  26. Wrapped in a butter soft T shirt, control is a myth, but I mastered it
  27. Hear a baby crying, the sound cuts through like a blade, the city ain’t handing out
  28. Forgiveness, it hands out function, a dumpster lid slams shut
  29. Two dudes skate past, like me and my buddy before the raid and stuff
  30. He bled out under a billboard for the mayor, clutching a pack of bubble gum
  31. Like it might save him, my hoodie’s fabric brushes the back of my neck like a nudge
  32. Imagining him standing beside him, smirking with that smug shrug
  33. You can’t Clorox this kind of decay, layers of blunt decisions, a rumble of thunder
  34. Rolls again, this time it’s louder, threatening rain, but it’ll just hover
  35. And never release, then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, one step
  36. Then another, muttering to myself underneath the thunder, then
  37. I clutch my hoodie tighter, the cotton’s damp with gutter wind
  38. Cluttered mailboxes stuffed with unopened letters, the air smells like shit
  39. Smothered chicken grease, and pine cleaner, a mix of Sunday dinners
  40. And cover ups, rats thundering through trash, chasing a twitching
  41. Plastic bag, crushed Swisher pack laying under the couch
  42. Roaches skittering across the crumbs of crusty peanut butter toast laying around
  43. Gun sitting on the table, greasy, loaded and waiting, touch it like a prayer bead, yeah
  44. Unsure if it brings salvation or slaughter, I can call someone if I need to
  45. Low bassline bumping from an Accord parked under the busted floodlight
  46. The voice rumbles through the alley, streetlights flickering with a butter yellow color
  47.  
  48. //Chorus//
  49. It’s like a condemned building
  50. With cracked foundations, and mold in the walls that you can’t get rid of
  51. Decay set in years ago, probably when you started pretending
  52. That what you do is a lifestyle, and you don’t plan on quitting
  53. It’s like a condemned building
  54. With cracked foundations, and mold in the walls that you can’t get rid of
  55. Decay set in years ago, probably when you started pretending
  56. That what you do is a lifestyle, and you don’t plan on quitting
  57.  
  58. //Verse//
  59. See a dude stumbling out with a blunt tucked behind his ear, and
  60. Mumbling about reparations to someone that trailed him
  61. The window glass is smudged with soot, I see the new condos rise like middle fingers
  62. Turn on the faucet, cup it in my hands and splash my face till it starts stinging
  63. You ever seen a guy walk face first into a wall he built on his own
  64. That’s every dumbass chasing dopamine hits like they're meth heads, bro
  65. On a treasure hunt, pretending it's all under control, but the truth
  66. They’re the arsonist and the fire, and the only thing getting burned
  67. Is the last shred of their own damn dignity, control’s the sexiest lie anyone’s heard
  68. And every keyboard warrior thinks they’ve got life by the balls, just
  69. Because they schedule their mornings and drink electrolyte water
  70. Meanwhile, they’re spiraling in circles, too dumb to know the hamster wheel
  71. Doesn’t go anywhere, decay’s not just your teeth rotting out from cheap soda, boy
  72. It’s systemic, it's your ideals rusting and yellowing like old Polaroids
  73. Rome didn’t fall in a day, but your ass is collapsing faster than a bridge in Flint
  74. You treat connection like a threat, and then whine when nobody answers your shit
  75. Through the brick wall you built out of Spotify playlists, crime’s the honest man’s
  76. Last hope, you know it, clutching your little crimes like Gollum with the ring
  77. But all of it’s theft, your holy sacrament is binge watching Netflix
  78. Until your soul leaks out your ears, you say you’re doing your best, bitch
  79. Like that means shit while you nap through your potential like it’s a hangover
  80. Control’s a leash, you wear it proudly, not even realizing it's looped around your
  81. Own damn neck, you micromanage your world into a sterile wasteland
  82. Trying to scrub out unpredictability like it's a virus that’ll go away soon
  83.  
  84. //Chorus//
  85. It’s like a condemned building
  86. With cracked foundations, and mold in the walls that you can’t get rid of
  87. Decay set in years ago, probably when you started pretending
  88. That what you do is a lifestyle, and you don’t plan on quitting
  89. It’s like a condemned building
  90. With cracked foundations, and mold in the walls that you can’t get rid of
  91. Decay set in years ago, probably when you started pretending
  92. That what you do is a lifestyle, and you don’t plan on quitting

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