Deacon: We the last of a dying breed Steady searching for my kind It's like a dire need Every day i'm watching liars eat and leech While I starve Sleep And listen to the friar teach Peace Everyday I pray for it Every blessing I receive I try and pay forward But sometimes The sunshine's more like a gunline Boss Better call one-time Running blind on this strange journey I hope I'm still alive when they bring gurneys In this world where friends are more attorney than Bert or Ernie It hurts me Deep But I'm steady learning That when it's money bet it's all good Most Robin Hoods ain't got a merry man in Sherwood Find a good heart? No Google search could Brothers was killin' brothers in Eden where we first stood Deacon: Last of a dying breed I'm curious All my people on lockdown Lord Mysterious Say Last of a dying breed Everybody here better stop now Nothing gonna slow that clock down No I'm furious Natti: Should the good shrug off the atlas forsaking the hapless Let the soldiers of the soul-less prevail in the madness Shits real in the field when it's minimal rations And all feel the the hunger from the sum of their actions Runnin Thicke (thick) as theives Robin (robbin) through Blurred Lines Levels of good and evil Grading on curved lines The pinnacle's a pentacle bewitching the cynical Left stranded on a planet where the wicked survive Say no to truth while addicted to lies Gentrify and remove the hood like it was just a disguise Throw the blank out a blanket party like its just a surprise The menace of what lives in us seeking to thrive Premise of what gives in us eaten alive Apocalypse approaches in the form of divide To many bees in the trap, bear (bare) hands in the hive Reacting to what's sweet with the sting out of mind
Deacon: We the last of a dying breed Steady searching for my kind It's like a dire need Every day i'm watching liars eat and leech While I starve Sleep And listen to the friar teach Peace Everyday I pray for it Every blessing I receive I try and pay forward But sometimes The sunshine's more like a gunline Boss Better call one-time Running blind on this strange journey I hope I'm still alive when they bring gurneys In this world where friends are more attorney than Bert or Ernie It hurts me Deep But I'm steady learning That when it's money bet it's all good Most Robin Hoods ain't got a merry man in Sherwood Find a good heart? No Google search could Brothers was killin' brothers in Eden where we first stood Deacon: Last of a dying breed I'm curious All my people on lockdown Lord Mysterious Say Last of a dying breed Everybody here better stop now Nothing gonna slow that clock down No I'm furious Natti: Should the good shrug off the atlas forsaking the hapless Let the soldiers of the soul-less prevail in the madness Shits real in the field when it's minimal rations And all feel the the hunger from the sum of their actions Runnin Thicke (thick) as theives Robin (robbin) through Blurred Lines Levels of good and evil Grading on curved lines The pinnacle's a pentacle bewitching the cynical Left stranded on a planet where the wicked survive Say no to truth while addicted to lies Gentrify and remove the hood like it was just a disguise Throw the blank out a blanket party like its just a surprise The menace of what lives in us seeking to thrive Premise of what gives in us eaten alive Apocalypse approaches in the form of divide To many bees in the trap, bear (bare) hands in the hive Reacting to what's sweet with the sting out of mind
