CHEV:nDifferentiated the many ways to raise itn‘Cause losin’ the way in the makin’ only hurts where you wanna take itnI’ve been given something I should hold sacrednAnd if I don’t take it then this opportunity goes wastednIt’s so basic, the meaning is made with a gesturenInvaded from the West and demonstrated with aggressionnFeel the trace of the weapon, it reiterates a messagenA little bit of effort for the outlining sessionnIt’s now time to let it begin, head to the windnThe second I stand, see less of a plan – it don’t matter, thoughnIn that direction lies the answer so you have to gonAnd for protection’s sake you never take the path and holdnLet the method make your lesson and you’ll be the last to knownSome of us have nothin’ but a word will make us have it allnPass it off, time to focus now, that’s what we spoke aboutnScopin’ out the whole zone now – no doubtnnnRA:nnnDark space I wavered in vacillating, half a day wastednAskin’ their favor and validationnI play to the base nature, rate the ohms in my low endnChrome-plated and shown places they’re afraid to go innThe 21st Century fox, rockin’ the lamb’s woolnThe psalm chanter with the palm planted on the handlenThe panel host, supposedly channeled the holy ghostnI’m down witcha – stand close and get your crown roastnThe herd’s served, prefer a touch a swerve in the vervenI learned respect comes first and the check comes thirdnNow what’s the worth of a bush full of birds to the one I done snatchednWhen every last one comes when I clapnIt aint where you’re from, but son it’s some punished for thatnSeen it happen at the pin point pushed in the mapnTravelled a global route, wrote it so I know what it’s aboutnThrow a spark and turn the coldest devout – no doubtnnnYeah, I burn a few waitin’ on my turn at certitudenSearchin’ for a heaven ever since interring GertrudenWent to pen the words to the dirge and dreamt of the image of innocencenIntense, but forgive my indifferencenSomething ‘bout “I heard it before, you’re all the same” andnI told her we’d never spoken, so you must be mistakennI thought maybe she turned away for modesty’s sakenYet as she wept I saw my name along the back of her necknFor pardon I pleaded – evidently she and I were friendsnWith ten stretched between this apparition and the one thennWould have been little more than a binge had I notnMentioned I’mma let feeling’s start creepin’ innThe act reciprocated, when the weight stacked, bent like anPaperback, get away, the kid made tracksnAfraid to speak her name, vaguely I recall it being FaithnLemme hold out, I’m moving slower now – no doubtnnnLost touch but never lost hopenFound direction in respect for the presence of crossroadsnGuilt gone, so will be the hill the house is built onnMatter’s not infinite my sin will swim in the CimarronnAge and they disintegrate – all of we are dustnAppalled to touch, wait until the wind picks upnIt’s possibly your progeny in the gust blowin’ aboutnWhen he shows, pull them photos out – no doubt.