Howard Shore Rat Men song lyrics

Getting shot is easy tried it 7 times

Now im just a solo poet workin on my rhymes

Killer used to think he was wise to the system

Prince of the streets always do things his way

But he had a case of conventional wisdom

Never say nothin' the others don't say

Threat of dawn that wakes the east to the cry

My soul's unfolding

Oh God on man Livin high at last

Suckin' the tit milk of prayer and fast

Man gave the news in a slanted room

and it felt like a sliver of icey truth

Felt my sad ass soul flyin' out the mouth

My goal to split it down

to the root let be be who I was

I'm rhymeful that's lost but livin'

Comin' from the streets to Mecca

Death no matter where you go come and get ya