Uncle Sam - Overload [Prod. by EvillDewer]

Lyrics: This is what it is if it is what it was But it wasn't cause I'm hunting for the thoughts That are humming like a dozen different ways Every single day, adding to the maze Can't close a page Constantly engaged to the point that I'm not Thoughts breaking in the waves Breathe Breathing out doubt Worry 'bout the count later Wait a minute - bounce Elevator down Animated clowns, slighted sounds, dollar vs the pound Political hounds, calamities abound What's it like to drown? Breathe Hey! Look at me! Hey! Did you see?! Hey! Look at me! Hey! Fuck The nonsense is constant The process is caustic The object is blockage Thoughts become nauseous The drops of the faucet Preposterous posture A pause is the product of posthumous ponderance Improbable profits, prosthetic polish The poshest impostors make toxic deposits Flock to the optics While positive pockets are lost in the options Shocked & despondent we march through the darkness The possible promise of calmness that taunts us Conscious, Unconscious, Conscious, I'm conscious Get it Together Get it together, get my mind right 20/20 third eye sight, highlight Limitations of attention found finite Accept, or agitate until your spine's tight One life - hold tight, no fright Stone might, take flight Dark knights spark fights No ice, my blight @UncleSamMC @EvillDewer #LFOD Join the Journey at www.Patreon.com/UncleSamMC www.UncleSamMC.com