Lyrics:

Say hello to the lord with my sincerest regards.
Why the rise in the tide of troubled waters we cross
into the fire and frost when the desire is lost?
Is it survivor’s remorse that raised higher the cost?
During the year of the horse I had so much to resolve it hung me over.
I was fearing the hair of the dog.
They killed my homie.
I was there when they carried him off.
When they buried him they wrapped him in Nigerian cloth.
They told a story about him having a malaria cough.
They tried to say he had a weapon that was clearly a torch.
I hold the fury so they fear me but it nearly was lost.
Expecting me to be forgiving like it really was squashed
but I have seen so much that I can never be hushed.
I am the bearer of a burden that is heavy as fuck.
I’m pure legacy. Incredibly, I’ll never be touched, so ain’t nowhere to go from here but UP.

Why must I feel so low to the ground,
low to the ground, low
Why does it feel so low to the ground, no
oh
Seen it on the walls
I wanted to believe
Will it ever settle down, no
Don’t know the answers
To all of the questions
I’ve never felt alone like this before

I’ve seen the culture decline while we were all in denial,
and seen a murderer smile as he was brought into trial.
I’ve watched a vulture circle awaiting the fall of a child
and canines devoured alive.The call of the wild.
I couldn’t accept the charge for the call of the void
or for progress destroyed over Darwin and Freud.
Survival totally could depend on the toss of a coin
or upon.which organization allowed you to join.
I live on the borderline like a dishwater blonde
or like Malcolm suiting up to head to the Autobahn.
I caught a vibe I would’ve taken as some sort of sign,
were I more aligned but I’ve been running so short of time
and I have felt so much that I am numb to the touch.
When their assumptions make it hard for me to function it’s rough
cause every something I’ve ever wanted was once in my clutch
so ain’t nowhere to go from here but UP.

Why must I feel so low to the ground,
low to the ground, low
Why does it feel so low to the ground, no
oh
Seen it on the walls
I wanted to believe
Will it ever settle down, no
Don’t know the answers
To all of the questions
I’ve never felt alone like this beforeSay hello to the lord with my sincerest regards.
Why the rise in the tide of troubled waters we cross
into the fire and frost when the desire is lost?
Is it survivor’s remorse that raised higher the cost?
During the year of the horse I had so much to resolve it hung me over.
I was fearing the hair of the dog.
They killed my homie.
I was there when they carried him off.
When they buried him they wrapped him in Nigerian cloth.
They told a story about him having a malaria cough.
They tried to say he had a weapon that was clearly a torch.
I hold the fury so they fear me but it nearly was lost.
Expecting me to be forgiving like it really was squashed
but I have seen so much that I can never be hushed.
I am the bearer of a burden that is heavy as fuck.
I’m pure legacy. Incredibly, I’ll never be touched, so ain’t nowhere to go from here but UP.

Why must I feel so low to the ground,
low to the ground, low
Why does it feel so low to the ground, no
oh
Seen it on the walls
I wanted to believe
Will it ever settle down, no
Don’t know the answers
To all of the questions
I’ve never felt alone like this before

I’ve seen the culture decline while we were all in denial,
and seen a murderer smile as he was brought into trial.
I’ve watched a vulture circle awaiting the fall of a child
and canines devoured alive.The call of the wild.
I couldn’t accept the charge for the call of the void
or for progress destroyed over Darwin and Freud.
Survival totally could depend on the toss of a coin
or upon.which organization allowed you to join.
I live on the borderline like a dishwater blonde
or like Malcolm suiting up to head to the Autobahn.
I caught a vibe I would’ve taken as some sort of sign,
were I more aligned but I’ve been running so short of time
and I have felt so much that I am numb to the touch.
When their assumptions make it hard for me to function it’s rough
cause every something I’ve ever wanted was once in my clutch
so ain’t nowhere to go from here but UP.

Why must I feel so low to the ground,
low to the ground, low
Why does it feel so low to the ground, no
oh
Seen it on the walls
I wanted to believe
Will it ever settle down, no
Don’t know the answers
To all of the questions
I’ve never felt alone like this before