Let Me Tell You - Cecil Otter

It’s been a long time coming

Lock, stock, coming for the livestock

Running for their lives

It’s been a long time coming

Lock, stock, coming

Mettle to metal, the medals of honor pierce his chest

Kettle to kettle, man, his heart is black;

it bleeds for death

To all the rebels livin' off the laws that fear suggests

He appears a mess, but there’s this message he’s decoded

And he’s the envy of the unknowing, but all willing to picture it all perfect

He talks into this mic, with nothing in mind, the image is all worth it

No worship in his blood or curse is worth believin' in

He’s up, and he’s leavin' a love for no reason

Now, he’s making his rounds.

He pounds his chest and hits the street

He’s bad to the bone with bad bones, but he don’t admit defeat

Visits the meek, who inherently speak through a

Well-oiled machine of a heart, and it don’t back off

Comes from a back log of lost and tough luck

He’s completely punch drunk and too exhausted to touch love

But it’s kept tucked away, with a new fade-proof innocence

That’s underage and overpaid attention to

And since he’s destined to live without a destiny to rest into

He’ll just search for recipes, from entries to exit wounds

Sets the moonshine down, writes another victim’s tune

And washes the blood from his hands with drinks until his fingers prune

He never had faith in God, only trusts the custody he seeks

And he’d just love to have you judge him by the company he keeps

The company of wolves, customized and cunning

Up, up, and running wild in the streets, running, running

He’s cuttin' it close;

he’s luxury class

He’s up in the smoke and ash of habits that have broken fast

But he’s crass, so don’t cross him.

He’s wild in sorrow

He manages his emotions and lights another Marlboro