My neck hairs rise
Followed by silence
In my head I hear sirens
Looking around I see nothing
I see nada
Goddamn thing but alarms still ring
Keep calm just breath
Even though nothing's really what it seems
Maybe it's a dream
So I'm checking out the scene
And then it hits me
That the scene might be checkin out me
So I close my eyes and use my ears
Withhold my fears
I'll f*ck something up but I ain't dying right here
This ain't my time
I'm on a whole other clock and your plan has been knocked
You're always hiding from me
I know you're there
I'm always looking for you
I wonder where
I'm cool moving faster
Passing greener pastures
Walking dirty roads, smiling with dirty clothes
And foes'll throw a smile
Hoping you stay a while
While they hand in your pocket
Trojan style
Cut the snakehead
End it right there
Back to what needs to be done
Until the morning sun
Well, right after a couple blunts
You're always hiding from me
I know you're there
I'm always looking for you
I wonder where
Opportunity, opportunity, opportunity, opportunity, opportunity, opportunity, opportunity
The tension