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Idle hands do the devil’s work
I won’t return to the dust til it settles first
Stay on top of my game
Even tho I’m in a winter and my vision is hazed

It’s a fucking hipnosis, this shit is a phase
Sometimes it feels like Mother Nature takes a piss in my face
But I just open my mouth, give me a taste
The finish line is the end there ain’t no winning this race

Swimming in the underworld, take a dip in the grave
Ain’t no life preservers here for that shit it’s too late
For that shit it’s too late
They gave your ass a dirt blanket you can’t even say thanks

How many more songs can I make about death
Till it prompts me into action and puts me on a quest
I’ve done a whole fucking lot and I’ve got a lot left
So what the fuck is keeping me from acting on that first step?

I don’t know but it’s annoying
Body breaking down I ain’t talking about b-boying
Time keeps on slipping, skin keeps on sagging
Your efforts are a joke that’s why Mother Nature’s laughing

And every one who came before
Thought they’d live forever they’re forever no more
You think your memories last not a bit
You become nothing when the last person who knew you kicks

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from #oneAweek Vol. V, track released May 17, 2021

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Buck Bowen Long Beach, California

"Trying to bridge the growing gap between 'would-be' and 'has-been.'"

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