I get down
With words
It’s my form
Of violence

What I say
Is the truth
You can tell
Cause there’s silence

I’ll do all the work
Take a rest
Close your eyelids
It’s my gift to you
Like a truck
I will drive this
Lyrical cargo
Wherever it goes
There’s not any traffic
Just me on the road

The music is up
And the windows
Are down
Just me
And my violence
Out on the town

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