xyzen - Song of Orpheus (feat. n4t3b) Lyrics

I knew this girl once, She was
So God damn pretty, When she
Walked in the room you knew she
Lit the whole city with a smile

Was only for a while, but when she
Smiled, that sun shone crisp and mild
But those were brighter days that have
Passed into the haze and I can't
Seem to raise that sun up
From its starry grave, It's like we've
Sold our souls to our devils
For pockets full of gold,
Thinking ourselves bold
When we're so easily controlled
Control, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh

I've been sittin on the sands of time watchin these
Waves rollin cultivatin my rhymes, I've got this
Forty ounce and this bag of kind, oh but it
Doesn't seem to placate my mind, I've got to
Find a way to cure these deathbed blues
And rewind the days until I'm back to you,
Gotta learn to discern between the lies and the truth
To make my way through this world so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat

If you could look inside my mind you'd see a nuke explodin
Between our values relationships and culture erodin
Politicians gettin elected just so cops can't bust them
Like men afraid to be fathers cuz no woman can trust'em
I'm not fallin to pieces, the world's combustin to plasma
Y'all better wake up before this debris comes barrelin at us
Boom, boom boom, it's comin in barrelin at us
Boom, boom boom, it's comin in barrelin at us
Boom

I've been sittin on the sands of time watchin these
Waves rollin cultivatin my rhymes, I've got this
Forty ounce and this bag of kind, oh but it
Doesn't seem to placate my mind, I've got to
Find a way to cure these deathbed blues
And rewind the days until I'm back to you
Gotta learn to discern between the lies and the truth
To make my way through this world so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat

I've been sittin on the sand watchin the waves roll
Cultivatin my rhymes, inventin sweet flows
Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
I ain't no busta, ain't gon trust ya
Let you knock us down
Cuz it's just another day and ain't a damn thing's changed
Everyone's still hustlin, still caught up in the game
Searchin for the fix to the itch that's in their brain
Ain't nobody think to hit the brakes or change lanes
But it's not too late to restore our culture
It's time to take them back from them greedy vultures
Who're invadin the world not carin who they kill
Just try'na turn it all into a dolla bill
I ain't about that, cuz consequences are real
Like collateral, women and children killed in the field
Raise your fists up if you feel how I feel
And then we'll march up to the capital and tell'em the deal

I've been sittin on the sands of time watchin these
Waves rollin cultivatin my rhymes, I've got this
Forty ounce and this bag of kind, oh but it
Doesn't seem to placate my mind, I've got to
Find a way to cure these deathbed blues
And rewind the days until I'm back to you
Gotta learn to discern between the lies and the truth
To make my way through this world so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat
Oh so cut-throat