Dinner Bells And Straight Jackets Lyrics - Singles - Pat Maine

(Verse 1) 

This mic holds me like a C4 hostage 

Yelling out hip hop needs more mosh pits 

I lost my mind there's no reward on it 

Metaphor highway, detoured conscience 

I get depressed and hit the leaf blower on switch 

and blow trees for all my good deeds gone wrong which 

Makes it hard for me to lean toward modest 

or keep form when the sky seems more godless 

I live by my words, my lifes on the line 

Hunger pangs, my labor fruit is ripe on the vine 

I'm not hyped on my mind, my ego only hides 

The fear of never getting what is rightfully mine 

Every stormy night I put my kite in the sky 

Hoping lightning will fly, it might be my pride 

But weather death or revolution strikes me its fine 

As long I'm not f**king 45 killing time 

See I don't mask my pain I dress it up like my mascot 

And give it platforms to showboat and hit the catwalk 

Emotions spark, before they mix and matchbox 

and viola I've made a fire out of Pats thoughts 

Nobody told me which way is right 

So I smile while I titty f**k with bitch name life