Glue Haunt
We keep the memories alive until the final curtain falls
Crawling through the front door begging for some demorayl
To numb the happy shots that caught the bullet red handed
No matter what the situation is we'll speak candid
Pushing through the blunt smoke
Hoping the contact high keeps its distance, Choke
Myself by squeezing your throat and squeezing your hand
Even though it's first rate love all the motives seem bland
Stop acting like a know it all I haven't finished the question
I didn't ask to be here, it was god's suggestion
But it's a challenge to succeed and keep the wick burning
This light's not enough but it's what I've been earning
These discerning qualities separate us into groups
Like the ones who chop their drums and the ones who only loop
But the bolts are loose again pulling away to spite me
So I start chanting I chanting lefty loosy and right tighty
Write me, off for inspiration, it makes for better haunting
I figure chances like this don't come around here very often
So I seize the moment now with a passion for big finishes
Ripping all the closed doors, clear off their hinges
It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toes
Close the book and hit play, then watch where it goes
Sliding under doors, into dreams, into headphones
The haunt is on, feel it as it gets close
Pardon my dead weight gotta hold it down somehow
Starting to lose shape, gotta make it out of this town
With my morals intact, but the fact still remains
The depth of empty pockets makes you appreciate change
I'm a keep it long range
Keep the picture frame straight
I'm a keep the dues paid
Work the connections when they are made
Something's changed; you must have evolved while I was gone
Pawned away your favorite records but left this one to bond
With us, the example usually sets itself
Wealth will be my saving grace until I find something else
To obsess over, pull hairs, make charts, fill day planners
Buy a g4 with DSL, cd burner, and scanner
We get the job done with the sun out of the picture
Since I never knew the comfort of a brother or sister
Now my family ethic revolves around glue
So I draw 2 new branches for maker and dq
Three paths connected from humble beginnings
Lighthearted to rip your soul out with no other decision to make
We come correct to fill the gaps, put the emphasis on excellence
The exodus of raps underrated perfectionist
It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toes
Close the book and hit play, then watch where it goes
Sliding under doors into dreams, into headphones
The haunt is on, feel it as it gets close
The question is, suffering, the modern man is discovering
The necessity of juggling, with no more room for wondering
What could have been done if only the effort hadn't died
But the external couldn't match wits and beat the inside
We fight for the rights of morning air with sanity in the moonlight
Dying to feel alive by making history with windpipes
We survived the water walks with harder art to offer
Fill the rooms with independence and the send the ghosts back to haunt her