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x-raided - the sunken place lyrics

[intro]
wyshmaster on the beat!

[verse 1]
she was a fan of underground rappers, she knew all of their rhymes
there was one in particular who was locked up doing time
she wondered where he was so she looked him up online
searching for his address, wasn’t certain she would find it
but she did, sent a message saying he was on her mind
read all the articles about him and didn’t think he did the crime
said she was willing to visit, that is if he was inclinеd
no disrespect would be takеn if he happened to decline
to her surprise, he wrote her back, so she messaged him again
sent some half+naked pictures, said she would like to be friends
she wanted to be his pal, you know, like the pen
palpable sense of humor, she said no pun intended
didn’t take a long time for him to decide to be a suitor
although most of their interactions had to happen through computer
she’s astute, kind of cute, bit of a square, a late bloomer
he wanted to change his life so he happily pursued her
sooner or later, his family started to debate her intentions
like “what type of woman wants to date a man with life in prison?”
like “since when did women start thinking that’s a normal decision?”
“acts like she’s been there from the beginning, that’s historical revision”
that rhetorical inquisition isn’t lifting the veil
like “he don’t know what she’s doing while he’s sitting in that cell
she only wants him for his mail, can’t you see, can’t you tell”
guess sometimes you have to fail to learn a cautionary tale
[chorus]
and now he’s feeling like he’s stuck in place, living in a drunken state
sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out)
what should i do?
and now he’s feeling like he’s stuck in place, living in a drunken state
sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out)
what should i do?

[verse 2]
he had lost all his appeals, hadn’t lost all his appeal
highly sk!lled as a rapper, hadn’t lost all of his zeal
he was never going home, despite that fact, began to heal
then the laws began to change and it started getting real
yet he still kept a facade after so much time
it wasn’t odd that he had a wife and a life that he never had before
but maybe god had blessed him after a test, and he learned his lesson unless that logic’s flawed
but he second+guessed him ’cause he felt less than worthy, a dirty, toxic fraud
it’s a caustic mix when fantasy and reality collides and hits head on
but he’s headstrong so his fallacies and pride conflicts
he tries to find the conviction inside to put that aside and stick to the script
and convince himself that none of this is a lie or fiction causing friction
now he’s sick and tired, he can’t find the path lately
dr. jekyll, mr. hyde, feel like he’s sawed in half lately
like he’s dying on the inside, he finds it hard to laugh lately
one plus one should equal two but he can’t do the math lately
[chorus]
now he’s feeling like he’s stuck in place, living in a drunken state
sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out)
what should i do?

[verse 3]
she doesn’t like his shoes (nope), doesn’t like his clothes (nope)
doesn’t like his views (nope), doesn’t like his bros (nope)
don’t know what to do (nope), he don’t know where to go (nope)
he finds it hard to review who he was before
therefore he sits there and prepares to partake in a family dinner
before the food came out someone said “hey, let’s take a family picture”
gets the camera out, clean the lens and shushed him before he spoke
she fixed his hat and brushed his coat, then she stood right in the center
and said “come on, everybody needs to herd in closely
big smiles for the camera, keep the perfect pose, please”
she goes “cheese”, the camera flashed in his face
his hands started to shake and he got a nosebleed
he froze (he froze), he froze (he froze)
and then he looked into her eyes and he spoke slowly
he said “we don’t know who we are ’cause i’m not me and you’re not you
so at the end of the day, there’s nothing left for us to say or do (to say or do)
at the end of the day, there’s nothing left for us to say or do (to say or do, to say or do)
except to just divorce and heal
and stop living life like our story was written by jordan peele”
[chorus]
feeling like he’s stuck in place, living in a drunken state
sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out)
what should i do?
feeling like he’s stuck in place, living in a drunken state
sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out)
what should i do?

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