Routine - Vybz Kartel

salt wound routine - thirteen senses - various artists
red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gap
they pursue us to the deep end and then depart
watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
for only patterns on a snake's
back give us genuine fear
and i cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
i get by all the time on a shelf above the door
and it shouldn't be clear
but it's not for me to decide
it's a delicate degree
it's a number i can see
could prison cells be in my brain
for they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
and everybody finds a college graduate with joy
while i'm happy just sipping
tonic water with lemon and lime
and i cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
i get by all the time on a shelf above the door
and it shouldn't be clear
but it's not for me to decide
it's a delicate degree
it's a number i can see
you sit at home up late at night
when it's beginning to arrive
and honestly
i don't see the need for any routines
i'm all out of sync, i cover my cuts
and hope they are fixed
before i get hurt again
i walked in a house, it smelt of paint
and the ceiling it has no trouble with me