Clear - Braker Lyrics

You put the die in diarrhetic
It's draining, f*cking hectic
Not diet, more like medic-medicinal grade skeptic
If you just gave than you would get it-both my love and the credit
Can you give me what I need? I don't care about the speed as much as keeping it sweet
Born beast, made beast. Gave me the most, give me the least looking for the feast, say grace, come and eat
Without love
Life's full of
Blades and greys
Hand grenades
Two to play
Takeaway
My thoughts are mostly scaped away
A lot of locks and clocks that keep them from the light of day
Most never escape from me
Let me at 'em. Over days of Eve and Adam. We all brothers, we all sisters, happy when I heard I had 'em
I got love for all a ya'll but why do you ration your passion? It's a question worth asking, I'm asking
Homie you trip the braker. F*ckin hater-make love, save kids, stay tough
Take in the state of the water around is tainted
How creative and uninspired
Wasn't gonna let you bring me down but you may have

Are you a maker or a breaker homie? I gotta know

You only care about the roots than the leave'll die
You only care about the leaves than the roots'll dry
You learn to love, the whole world opens up
Racist f*cks are boring 'cuz your close-minded shit sucks
Simple-minded f*cking idiots don't get it
If you limit your interest only care about one digit
Say for instance place your interests only in what color of ink that's written, you missing the details
What language is it?
What pain elicited it?
Whose name contributed it?
Which circles is it distributed in?
What thoughts has it inspired in men?
What's given?
What's meant to be questioned?
What's f*cking written? You f*cking kidding?
Color of ink is insignificant

Nobody really cares what we doing here
Standing on my rooftop
Come and see my shook cot

I'm thankful that they haven't hit the street, kidnap a war vet, tear him from his sleep
So when I ask for a glass of water don't give me ice cubes
They aren't useful to me. I can't drink them
You want insightful?
When the land's in the hands of the right dudes, there ain't nothing that we can't fight through
When the land's in the hands of the divisive, half the people won't like you
And that ain't the half
When you try for trife and spiteful, give the rest of the world an eyeful
Shit the terrorists now compare us to Paris. Eiffel
I won't stoop. I don't love Trump's hate
Boycott the red states
That means no more Louisiana crab cakes or Alabama Shakes
Time to take the night back from the hate
To what end? Science don't bend. 2018: dumbest president
Steam is heating. Self esteem is fleeting with these psychos
Your frame of mind changes many things, changes cycles
But f*ck it
MJ wrote Change. Tupac spoke of change while the misled smoked crack, got mad deranged
Let's talk about some change, huh?
Is you a maker or a breaker homie?