From the Dreidel to the Grave Songtext
von Cryptic One

It keeps my mind at ease... but ill have you know
Its times like these I miss times like those
But no
Not stuck living in my past hey days
But travel there often for vacays
So make way
Break away patterns
Rhymes on an incline
Say things that matter
Chatter walking on that thin line
That rests between the rock and a hard place
Between failure to signal and car chase
War pays A bit more than crime does
Blind justice no relation to that blind fuzz
That turns traffic stops to tragic shots
Been aimed at too many times
Police been aquitted of too many crimes
Too many familys left with too many whys
Broken lives
Justice is blind, id be surprised if she tried to ever open her eyes
Shove them scales where the sun don′t quote unquote shine
Fuck you and your okie doke eyes
Bias grows as the soul is deprived
Meanwhile
Head of the beast quoting those rope a dope lies


Half black lives matter yall
Cryptic one
Shouts to my mutts
Signing off
Mazeltovwhatimsayinyall
From the dreidel to the grave
Of the week
Peace