Purexed (P.O.S.)

Im trying not to slip/ been trying not to lose footing/ Loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks/ and when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks/ stand like a man made of concrete and sediment like/ f uck your skin nobody needs it theres/ Bones and muscles and blood/ Whats realer than fat and tendons?/ Its raw no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it so far flesh aint the truest at all lets rip into it/ Were all sick of them missed shots/ passed over like the last man picked no team so pissed off/ and/ thats not honesty/ thats just soft curves got your world flipped/ got you makin mixtapes for girls/ and thats the skin again/ lets blame the skin again/ stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward/ ligaments/ and I didnt shave today/ I prolly wont tomorrow and its safe to say Im never gonna shed this extra (yeah)/ So fuck it back to the wall/ crush it/ laugh at em all/ hush/ let em try to find the beauty in your face/ something more than a song/ they hatin? Aw come on/ dust/ let em try to find the beauty in the bassline/ aw but then them words dont change/ we wont sing with what will fade away/ yeah we do our own damn thing/ we dont blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/ Aw but then them words they dont change/ we wont sing with what will fade away/ yeah we do our own damn thing/ we dont blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/ Of how tomorrow might sting/ at all/ in us we trust/ no rush for bucks/ no sweat just enough/ them words from love/ no hits/ I let the track stand/ like how it was written is how it hit me/ or road cycle kids with the grip to skid a fixies/ a rouge wild kid with a stroll that let it roll/ like whatever/ they kick that gingivitis/ them rappers got the itis/ catch me bumpin Isis in a crisis/ instead of watchin yall count and lead sheep at the same time/ whats the science of that?/ I know the ( ) is sweet/ but where the movement at? We in that coma capital/ spotless home team/ with hands steadily purelled/ germ-exed/ but never quite clean/ bloody as hell rarely will I ever care (for that)/ (2x): So fuck it back to the wall/ crush it/ laugh at em all/ hush/ let em try to find the beauty in your face/ something more than a song/ they hatin? Aw come on/ dust/ let em try to find the beauty in the bassline/ aw but then them words they dont change/ we wont sing with what will fade away/ yeah we do our own damn thing/ we dont blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/