July Quin - The Wolf Who Slaughtered the Village Lyrics

No one ran when the wolf came
All the years that the boy cried
Tried to tell 'em I saw things
And they ain't even have foresight
Dysphasia, ADHD
Turned radiant eighty eight key, word brain-iac
Now the wolf cloaked in a thick coat made in all sheep
Called maniac on me
Like patriots claiming this nation great again
But can't wait for the day we killed
Or locked up, off the streets
Projects in projects
But I aced most test they graded me
Because God gives strength most graciously
And I put faith in the way we gon give em hell
On days just me and me
Beat Fruity Loops to a pulp
Served up juice for the free
It's my main squeeze
Trigger finger, trigger blast
Drum kit sycophant
Red reaper, sickle cell
Hit the gas, zig and zag
Off the edge, little jagged
That's my braggadocious antidote
For a wounded child and his skewed exuberance
Blacked out the blueprints that suit him
And shaped his golden smile
Now if the shovel digs deep at what remains
Here's an anecdote
Did the agriculture find any grave for my plants to grow
These notes rooted in a modest tone
From a ghost in a computer, shell
A hollow home, born of confusion
I've been known to not answer well
When I dwell on the pseudo human scale
Ill'ed in a world that tells me
I can't do right by what compels me
Let 'em tell my tale and I'm a failure in every sense
Led insurrection when my heart was tested
But jumped the fence
Shouldn't have contested or drawn a weapon in my defense
When my complexion is that of restless, no mercy if
You not privileged enough for their common sense
Breads conflict and consequence
Cause the pride of men is a common death
If we honest here and not modest here
It's Elementary, an it's skin deep
But guides protect me, for many a century
So when my tank is empty, my karma's plenty
With odds against me
I can smell the lambs blood
On the wolf's tongue
And when wools pulled over they eyes
The hounds come
Should I tell them, do they seldom know
What hell sprung, would rebellion bring heirlooms
Or would deaf ears be the great fate that it fell on
Till then my melodies like felonies
As a caged bird sings heavenly
And I drop down from the ecstacy
I smell a
I smell a wolf coming

No one ran when the wolf came
All the years that the boy cried
Tried to tell 'em I saw things
And they ain't even have foresight
Dysphasia, ADHD
Turned radiant eighty eight key, word brain-iac
Now the wolf cloaked in a thick coat made in all sheep
Called maniac on me
Like patriots claiming this nation great again
But can't wait for the day we killed
Or locked up, off the streets
Projects in projects
But I aced most test they graded me
Because God gives strength most graciously
And I put faith in the way we gon give em hell
On days just me and me
Beat Fruity Loops to a pulp
Served up juice for the free
It's my main squeeze
Trigger finger, trigger blast
Drum kit sycophant
Red reaper, sickle cell
Hit the gas, zig and zag
Off the edge, little jagged
That's my braggadocious antidote
For a wounded child and his skewed exuberance
Blacked out the blueprints that suit him
And shaped his golden smile
Now if the shovel digs deep at what remains
Here's an anecdote
Did the agriculture find any grave for my plants to grow
These notes rooted in a modest tone
From a ghost in a computer, shell
A hollow home, born of confusion
I've been known to not answer well
When I dwell on the pseudo human scale
Ill'ed in a world that tells me
I can't do right by what compels me
Let 'em tell my tale and I'm a failure in every sense
Led insurrection when my heart was tested
But jumped the fence
Shouldn't have contested or drawn a weapon in my defense
When my complexion is that of restless, no mercy if
You not privileged enough for their common sense
Breads conflict and consequence
Cause the pride of men is a common death
If we honest here and not modest here
It's Elementary, an it's skin deep
But guides protect me, for many a century
So when my tank is empty, my karma's plenty
With odds against me
I can smell the lambs blood
On the wolf's tongue
And when wools pulled over they eyes
The hounds come
Should I tell them, do they seldom know
What hell sprung, would rebellion bring heirlooms
Or would deaf ears be the great fate that it fell on
Till then my melodies like felonies
As a caged bird sings heavenly
And I drop down from the ecstacy
I smell a
I smell a wolf coming