Scroobius Pip ft. Sage Francis & P.O.S - Let ‘em Come

See we choose to cruise a route that ain’t paved with gold,
So our shoes don’t slip, they stick and grip this road,
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mold,
For an end goal you maybe can’t spend or fold 

We won’t settle for unsought careers,
Or forty years of salty tears,
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label,
When I’m old and decaying I’ll be decaying and able 

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