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Lyrics
Verse One:
lately i've been having premonitions of death/
maybe its God's way to say how much time my mission is left/
sometimes i sit back in my room and listen for breath/
my heart feels like jumping out from its position in chest/
i know i'm not too loved by the magazines and news/
america's ugliest, i'm proud to receive my dues/
got a personality like Gore, quiet and shy/
the center of rumor mills, talk smack, try it and die/
an overweight animal feeding off the diets i try/
hollywood's for those who live their life bias and dry/
represent for the starving artists tryna make a living/
its hard to stay strong when the game hates forgiving/
seems like i'm eating healthy next to anorexic girls/
for every halle barry there's a patrick swayze in the world/
ears croon to the snares while pac's talking of his pain/
life's a shade brighter now that i'm walking in the rain/
Verse Two:
the birds are chirping even though the sun's not shining/
singing their beautiful tunes while everyone is whining/
from the little school kids who can't play outside today/
to old business men who can't drive their porshes my way/
the clouds shake violently like its being torn apart/
in the same mold my spirit feels like a storm in my heart/
i know that death could come and get me whenever he wants/
but he's in iraqi soil retrieving souls till it stops/
put my life on the line like snorting coke up the nose/
keep ya head up with pride, use ropes if you have too/
break my skin off and bleed the blooddrops of eyekahn/
water for the thirsty rotting throats to live on/
the grass isn't always greener on the other side/
its a vast barren country with air that smother lies/
lakes of confusions and lust filled with leviathons/
fountains of pollution and dust kill the mighty ones/
Verse Three:
this the end of the line, there's no mountains to climb/
no dragons to slay, there's no princess worth my life to save/
i'd rather quit than go forward with my dreams that elude/
why waste my time failing when there's something else to do/
catch me underneath the stars asking God questions/
praying for sunlight on paths to make my quest end/
a thousand homeless peeps feeding off the streets crumbs/
the mayor sweeps them underneath his callusing thumb/
bottomfeeders eating scraps of anti-samaritans/
we americans, they breaking our knees like kerrigan/
while fat beaureau-cats sit back smoking on cubans/
a family of cubans immigrate to u.s. urbans/
hoping to find the golden bridge to escape poverty/
hearing the myths of this land but its more like mockery/
why keep pursuing a dream that'll never develop/
once you wake up its gone, you're left with nothing/