UND3RGROUND

Pigs in a line
With my hands behind my spine
Please forgive me
Father
I just wanna walk the line
Police keep on followin’ me
And they houndin’ me
They takin’ out the collar
That’s around my neck
The noose
Then they hung me by the trees
Tryna pick my pockets
I’m a prophet
Obviously
Feelin’ like a target
The main topic of the week
Huh
What’s poppin’?
It ain’t me
I’m droppin’
Underground
Ain’t nobody found me
Oh
Gettin’ colder as I’m older
Man
My bones so brittle
Think I’m feelin’ ’bout to fold up
Feel the frozen metal to my temple
Then I fold up

And my wrist get colder
And my heart get over
And my friends get older
And my bitch get bolder
And the world get nowhere
Then I see it’s all over
Please don’t let me fade away

And my wrist get colder
And my heart get over
And my friends get older
And my bitch get bolder
And the world get nowhere
Then I see it’s all over
Please don’t let me fade away