I am ever seeking out my visage
But what the use of staring in the mirror
When you've never found your face
This is not a case of false identity
I beg you please, find me

Scene
from the back of the room
theres a boy dressed in white and he shout out GO
Flash
Theres a girl dressed in red as they serve her the sentence
she shouts out NO
For those hipster kids and trendy kids
I guess we never made it
mom and dad they got us hooked so they could go get wasted
plastered pale and pasted to the back of the room
dont know what else to do I guess ill just give up real soon
Loons call, spoons fall, the room fades to black
But the stranger came with knowledge and with wisdom attacks
Loons Call, Spoons Fall, twos better than one
and Im done with solo flights so now its time to have fun
Son theres no more time for twitching no more bitching lets run
and Watkins to the bar for my boys with the puns
Haha foolish man
who are you fool
I thought to knock you off the block
but then Im old school
you need to take another look at where I been
Maybe Im stronger Maybe Im wiser Maybe Im faster Maybe its slim
and oho silly kid
bitch this is mafia
this shit gets crazier than so I gotta talk to ya
you need to shut up, sit yo butt up , lets begin
A lesson from ol C slim

I am ever seeking out my visage
But what the use of staring in the mirror
When you've never found your face
This is not a case of false identity
I beg you please, find me

Gold Gold
Cotton Cotton
feel like king but its rotten
forgotten what it means to be a man
Forgotten whats the plan
If the industries the liar
and you might be its puppet
at least your dressed in gold threaded cotton
take caution
Gold hits the floor when he spits
The greedy could control him
but their sick
Quick to advise, but quicker to forget
The best of the best
At least better than the rest
Those festival eyes
The substance controls stress
Crescent moon in a bag
Seems that the feelings left
Im staring in dead eyes
Bereft of what was left
of the life that he was searching for
Sad and mostly deaf
Blind to whats unwanted
Haunted by the past
the cash wont last forever
the snow covers the grass
Your face never looked better
said the liar to the mask
and this will all blow over
said the powder to the casket