​Track: Reaping the Roots

​Track: Reaping the Roots ​(Verse 1) I stood in the static, spit the prognosis, throat full of copper ​Track: Reaping the Roots ​(Verse 1) Told 'em the engine was dying, the rotor was throwing a chopper They laughed in my face, treated my dialect like a disease Now the air's getting thin and they’re dropped to their bruised-up knees I brought the obituary before the body went cold They wanted glitter and pop, I offered 'em .raw black gold No light at the end of this tunnel, just sulfur and grease You choked out the prophet, now feast on the lack of your peace. ​(Verse 2) Swallow the teeth that you lost when the structure collapsed I mapped out the rot in the drywall, the copper, the gaps You called it paranoia, painted over the black mold spots Now the ceiling is caving, crushed in your plush little cots No rescue flare in the sky, no sirens cutting the dark Just the cold, heavy dampness following up on the spark I was the shadow that warned you before the eclipse went pitch Now you’re clawing at dirt in a ditches-and-shallow-grave ditch. ​(Verse 3) I handed you ironclad truth, you wanted paper and tape Now the beast is me , there ain't no cinematic escape Every syllable I dropped was a nail in the coffin lid You ignored every single bloody warning that I ever did So drink down the rain, it’s acid and battery lead You’re sleeping in every horrific sentence I said The clock didn't tick, it shattered, the spring blew out Drowning your final, useless, suffocated little shout. ​(Verse 4) It’s dark in the cellar, cold where the concrete bleeds This is the garden you watered with venomous seeds I ain't here to offer a hand I’m just the observer watching the tide swallow the land You thought the punchline was coming, thought it was all in good fun Until the shadow stepped out and eclipsed out the motherfuckin' sun No mercy, no cadence, no rhythmic cushion to land Just the weight of the ruin crumbling down in your hand. ​(Verse 5) The broadcast is dead. Just a low, buzzing hum in the wall Watching the arrogant posture turn into a gut-wrenching crawl I gave you the blueprint to live, you preferred to decay Now the debt collector is standing directly in your way Don't look at my eyes for pity, you'll find only darkness the light they took I’m crushing the last little ember under a heavy-soled boot The joke isn't funny anymore, the circus caught fire and burned And you’re suffocating inside of the lesson you never learned.