Keep Walking - Gigantic/Macklemore/Xperience

Still trying to figure out

What I find comfortin'

And who's gonna take account

For all this sufferin'

It's not always gloomy

I'm assuming if you sing too

It might give me the power to wake up again

Let's be honest it's kind of

Hard to find beauty here

A cobweb of a long leg

Solace it would appear

Solid Mr blockhead with a wooden spirit

Tell the doctor we're all dead

And it's looking serious

I've been at shows where

The acted like they couldn't hear it

So I substituted my saliva for truth serum

This crooked look is piercing

It could burn a hole through you

I see through your two faced ways

Despite the both of you

Askin' for a penny in a mechanical city

Black phantom of the back alleys

Poet of the square smokers

Rappin' filthy where

The animals with guilty pasts

Ration out their fat yellow bellies

Or the share holders

D**n it's cold here

Will the people start dancing

When the smoke clears

I need a reason to keep walkin'

Day dreamin' of the evil in my walkman

Say a prayer for the people in the audience

Say a prayer for the people in their coffins

And keep walkin'

Vanish through the alleyways ghosts

Past the green room

And have drink tickets to the point

Where I can't perceive truth

If god is in the building

Then I can't see you

Even if they put their

Hands up in the air

That won't redeem you shows

It's the place where they start fables

They spend money on jack

And coke but are flat broke

When they hit the merch table

Now we hand out for the wolves

And the people that are hungry

And won't sacrifice records

To get some cheddar

With their lunch meat

I just pray for that some day

But around here we get more rain

Then we ever get a sun break

It's never enough to get something

And I wish I could say

That I was humble enough

To be blessed at some king

But it feels like hip hop's dead

I don't know who killed it

The poison in the pen or in the

Heads of who built it

If I don't know the ledge

How can I expect that the children

Won't jump to their death

When they question what real is

The air is cold here

Will the people start dancing

When the smoke clears

I promise that I'll leap first

Just a starving artist surviving

Off eating my words

Say a prayer for the people in their coffins

Say a prayer for the people in the audience

Keep walkin'