Americana

This is my Americana
 My version of honour, the feeling of you and the sonogram of your first offspring
 The offering of a man that's tired of being a genre
 My marriage, it won't keep me high but in order
 But to arrive as one routed 'cuz the son who rolled up
 The sedative is a downer
 Let it live, Dalai Lama
 The medicine is alterative like Russians in a sauna
 My Americana, preventative to the drowner, put on this life jacket and beat them with the drama
 Be done with the commas, ever made a point but appointments are for trauma
 These aren't political statements, the venom is ancient
 The serpents jaw drops on the pavement
 So I don't have a soft spot for active passive off top and then trying to brush over it like old men with their bald spots
 So look, I got to hustle 8 to 4, they prolly think the first 4 to 8 of these bars are really just metaphors about getting stoned and wasted and playing with confetti more
 I'm so cold with these raps I might as well be running a Yeti store
 Oh you liked that, well there's plenty more, [?]
 And any rapper can get it like any order
 I'm the man of the house and they like Betty Ford, and I ain't got no time to be distracted and go on exploring
 So what is the origin of oral sin
 I'm redeeming the time and getting to know the soul within
 It's all a process
 I need to be constant
 Only so many options
 To roll again
 I'm home again
 I'm in my zone again
 Still believing the best is yet to come, I guess I got to roll up thin, outside not houseless
 My money where my mouth is
 You been out with it 'cuz you were really about this
 I said it
 My Americana
 My Americana, uh
 This is my Americana
 My Americana
 My Americana, my version of the American dream, don't believe what I hear, and only half of what I see
 That's the spectacular sceptic in me
 Living Vacula will only change if Dracula decides to empty it, envy running through veins of conceit, I'm dead lost
 Blood that was shed makes me look up to a red cross
 That's my oxygen, they keep mocking Him
 But no one wants to walk a mile in those moccasins
 I'm on and off again
 I'm compromised, I'm confident the realer me is dominant over any façade that is offered when defence mechanisms go off again
 You're gonna have to pardon him
 I can't help that in my heart our hearts are still artisan
 I can't help that when it comes down to it, I get the job done
 I can't help that I believe the only way to God is through God's Son
 I can't help it if I lose some cool points of view points, I'm cool with it, the new joint I'm fooling with is true joy, ha
 My Americana
 My Americana
 My Americana, uh
 This is my Americana
 My Americana
 This is my Americana