Sir Douglas Mawson Lyrics

Circumstances had em broken

Why did God take the rib

Starin at them train tracks cause

He didn't wanna live

Fuck all the rap tracks

All the praise ain't shit

If you gotta wear a coat just

To walk thru the crib

And you movin like Duquan

Since you worried bout the stench

Cause the bucket you wash up in

Is the life you resent

And the grades don't hit

This ya first ever F

And niggas lookin at you funny

Cause they thought you was the best

But you can't concentrate with the pain

In ya chest

From the hyperventilation or

The lack of the breath

When you think about the loss

How shit coulda been

If you haven't isolated all ya homies and ya kin

Then you come across the Sun

But you don't know how to manage it

The damages resulted from disparagement

You done heard it all

And it wasn't even the tongue of ya opp

It was the words of ya blood

So it smites with a venom

Ima handle it myself if my

God didn't get em

Murderous thoughts and habits

Coincide with thoughts of heaven

Thinkin its gotta be better than this

You fill the journal with practices of

A note and seal that bitch with a kiss

To the ones, that believed

That would sweat, and would bleed

And would go, thru the hurt

And would deal, with police

That would hold, when you bawl

That would cheer, when you ball

You put ya soul in music so those

Folks could have it all

You march the frontlines cause

You know who to fault

You witnessed the destruction

And tear gas from afar

Conflicted cause you wanna

Snatch at a cop's glock

But you got ya lover with you

So that wouldn't be smart

We encapsulate the misery

We're one with the dark

The excruciating aches from

The horrors of thought

And even though you lost ya voice

I can still hear you talk

Yeah even though the shouts are muted

I could still hear it all

Deprivation of necessities

Obviously the obloquy a

Different form of weaponry

Found humiliation when I went

To look for empathy

Talk about what

For who

You know the problem

But refuse to hear the truth

Deprivation of necessities

Obviously the obloquy a

Different form of weaponry

Found humiliation when I went

To look for empathy

Talk about what

For who

You know the problem

But refuse to hear the truth

Oh, well um