4AM

I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak don't speak
I don't really wanna hear
Words from the sand
From dirt not a man
Stay six feet deep
Do I make myself clear

Indebted to the knife no more
I've found my way
Beyond the shore
The credit that you've claimed
Washed away by retribution
Torn, 4AM in the den
Where your friends
I'ma blend
I'ma mend with the silhouette again

I pull up with the strap they hands up, "wait a minute"
This ain't no clock I'll break yo jaw
And shape yo fate with rickets
I'm takin' yo life the fight is over might just take some digits
She in my phone
My home while you gon' grow
In the face of fission
Below the mud
I dirty the floor and rug
With the slug on the run
I've become new man
How could I be
How could I leave
All of the things
All the rings and
The riches on land

I've taken new form new life
Mistaken by some fo' the light
Serrating all the birds up high
Interfacing with blight

I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak don't speak
I don't really wanna hear
Words from the sand
From dirt not a man
Stay six feet deep
Do I make myself clear