[Verse 1]
If my genre's dead, I'm a zombie man, call the army then
I can't find my head, I lose my mind nights when I lie in bed
By a tiny thread of cred, I shred the dread and push on ahead
I lead myself and fled what the F they spread
They said they had the meds, so I begged and plead
Follow me por favor, toward the shore
Say no more, that's what war is meant for
Slept on more floors than I've kept score
If I can't soar up, I'm down to roar
I croon to the moon, swoon in the doom
The gloom, it blooms new tunes in the womb
Soon the fumes will allude to a boom
Calm as a bomb, calm as a bomb armed in my palm
I'm alarmed by the pawns who be gone come dawn
I lay my grenade on a lawn, it spawns
Swan songs for the lost and weak
The cost of loss is so obsolete
When a bullet can Frogger across a street
And go launching a college kid off his feet
The equality's quality's probably cheap
Hardly deep, now that's hard to keep
Of course I want a piece of the pie, I'm high
Worse on Earth, better off in the sky
Heart in the art, spirited lyrics
So I'll never quite die - Clever, bright, wise
Whether that lies in a rap disguise
I pacify the acts that you ratify
I had to find the why in the will
To kill the damn demon deep down in streams of dreams
'Cause I see

[Chorus]
With nowhere to run to
I thought we once were
Afraid to live
Afraid to fight our way through
Moonlight is pouring in
You let the demons in
It's far too late to save you
I'm not afraid to face the rapture

[Verse 2]
The past is after us, fasten up
I'm here 'cause a series of massacres
Left me for dead in diaspora
So I'm soft as a Velociraptor bruh
With jurassic baggage and a batch of madness
My addict habits are raps and adlibs
I have to have it in my repertoire
A reservation reserved in a reservoir
When the fleet's depleted I feel a bit defeated
When I kick the beat, it'll reheat the reason
I wrestle with words, stress incurs
More inspiration for the stimulation
Incubation stage phases me
Perhaps this isn't what I'm made to be
Relax Pat, someday you'll see
What it all was for, I mean all them doors
That closed slow, I suppose my woes
Echo and explode in flows of text so
Foes who yet pose in throes of fresh gold
A plot I cannot let go like "Presto"
But to learn is let a worm burr in the brain
Rearrange everything ever been explained
Abstract lane for a metaphoric train
Transport pain in a molecule of rain
What I've lost dawg, how do I regain?
Blow me out of frame? Only out of fame?
Disloyal to the game - Say it quite plain
I'll never take a pill that chills, I feel afraid to give, but too brave to live
I'm made to fill gaps in your favorite meal
The ones you throw out and forbade they steal
Nowhere to run, they face the gun

[Chorus]
With nowhere to run to
I thought we once were
Afraid to live
Afraid to fight our way through
Moonlight is pouring in
You let the demons in
It's far too late to save you
I'm not afraid to face the rapture

[Bridge]
I'll never back down, I just brush the blood off
There's so much more to you
Now show me what you're made of
I only trust in you
'Cause when you've lost your mind
You got absolutely nothing left to lose

[Verse 3]
When I sit back ripped and I burn a few
I think Horton would flip if he heard The Who
Then I switch to the lit for a firmer view
It makes me hotheaded like I permed my do
But I'll never do that, it's nothing or naps
I stay natchy, my name's catchy
Pat Battle, I ain't poppy
The seed that sow is hope mommy
Can't catch me, I'm Jerry, very quick
Barely there, you ain't snaring shit
Dropping psalms on your shitty songs
My gritty drums are Timmy's tongue
Super loud, Busta Rhymes, give it to me now
Rap is a scene, kinda like a movie now
Honors and barters personas as martyrs
While murders you've heard of converge with the lot of --
Coinkydink? I don't think, I smell a ruse
Dios Mio, Jesus De La Cruz
The government fucking the public, no lube
Some brothers are puppets to tugs on a shoe
Massa claps, they dance on cue
It's true, they don't really answer to you
So fuck the fans and followers man
You ain't emancipatin' with a proclamation
To this chattel rap trap that plagues the nation
What could the whole sham be more hollower than?
I wanna hear a motherfucker with economy plans
Not a real appealing feel good equality jam
You ain't a model fam, more like like a modeling man
Any fucking asshole can win a lottery, damn
And that's where hip hop is at now
But I'll never back down, so you better back down
What a pleasure to weather this storm
in which I was born, in sapien form
I may be informed, but I'm fortunate
To know why my form is unfortunate
The history of here's like a torture flick
The score's the whip, can't afford to slip
Like a corner's pick who returns a six
Like a Christmas gift from the Grinch, that bitch
My list - Bring down the Fistagon
I inch along mist, get my missile on
Pissed off so I'm pissing on nightmares, don't get me wrong
One factor, I master, I practice, I capture this rapture