笨小笨Day of Reckoning歌词由eMbAh演唱，出自专辑《What Are You Afraid Of? (Explicit)》，下面是《Day of Reckoning》完整版歌词！
Day of Reckoning歌词完整版
I sat and thought of his day of reckoning
Angst setting in
Pain is the deepest sedative
Pure ketamine
My mind runs on scatty brittle limbs
Pure adrenaline
Our history remains a part of me
Just like my melanin
When I was young I used to think of him
Coastin in the wind
To fill a void i formed a ploy of him
Macho masculine
Then i met him and it didn't feel the same
Frowned foolish
Feelin bullish, helpless bloody and maimed
Seeing him just had me wounded
Soul bled from the contusions
I cared far more than I thought
It was there proven.
He sat and said
look son I had no one to rely on
I had too much pride
To cast all my insecurities and doubts aside
You wont understand my actions
Or see why I chose those factions
Cultivated seedy movements
With bredrins who all alluded
to hating me and themselves
Teaching me to thereby hate myself
Now I left two kids by two cows
And never said bye son
They lay flat like horizon
Regretted putting their eyes on me
After my rousing and rising I'd surely leave
No words were ever uttered
Just hoping she don't conceive
Just thinking I'm a machine
Just sticking to the routine
A fiend for harrowin actions
My movements always obscene
Performed by lack of conscience
Directed by distressed genes
My father's father the same
And his son hated me
My mother was a magician
Dave cop a feel every week
Wrap-sheeted on undercovers
And blanketed to her feet
Akin to other piggies
Forever hung up on meat-headed men with their acumen shorter than her teets
She fed em porkies for raw meat
And ended up birthing me
So really I don't know what a good parent should be
It wasn't supposed to happen
She kinda just conceived you
Should be kinda grateful I left out of the blue
The absence of me
Dad obsolete
who didn't have a clue what he should he do
I thought of that and nothing else
No illusion my contusions were a cry for help
My medulla often melts at the feelings I felt
Cards are dealt, every hand I remain the joker
Filled with rage and confusion
less concoctions sober
I can write ya deep lines for dark imagery sublime
But this melancholic toxic memory ain't mine
I would do just fine
If my skin was thicker
And my limbs didn't wither
And my spine didn't quiver
Veins in pain from the strains of your deadly virus
Bittersweet melodies that engulf my iris
See I'm highest when you're not this
Faux version of yourself you seek
Pretending meek, but double cheek
Our futures grey and dull and bleak
Your mirror's eyes will never tell
You float to coast 'til life prevails
Wash up at shores where senses dwell
Strum at my heart til organs swell
And I lay a shell
Just deaf and dumb
My silent senses, all but one are numb
