Buddha Complex - Saxophone
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Lyrics
Verse 1/
I spit, hoch and I talk, more often than not
my life's a walk in the park in New York when its dark
and you could take that regardless of whether you want it or not
I'm caught up in the gotham, another hostage of God (Watch)
Watching the stockholm syndrome clottin the thoughts
of commoner flocks rottin on blocks back home
Polishin off a bottle of firewater, the diabolical
night can slaughter you with tides of alcohol
Behold the way we search for novacain to control the pain
the ghosts of days past still holds the brain
I wait for my soul to break or to go insane
But use self control so I know everyone I know is safe
It's impossible to stop the bullshit thoughts that pull in
your consciousness, it's monstrous, it sullens
my mood, and I do what I do to survive unlike you
the rhythm of life I write to
And sometimes its double time, other times, it's like
the clammy fists that hits the padded wall in a troubled mind
All my fuckin' life, I've done my very best and whatevers
neccesary to bury me so I rest in peace
in the cemetary in areas where everyone there neglected
doesn't care cus they're dead (haha)
I'm an artist but honestly, my hobby probably will ironically
turn to a parody of what I've tried to bring
Everybody has a price, and though my gift is priceless
You can't feed yaself with ya scraps of writin
So as I stroll thru Central Park late at night
Why does everything I've faced seem so right? (huh?!)
I'm sick of everything, I wish I can cure life
I stay in the background with a bit of foresight
The moon is the spotlight in this one man show
With a cameo by the cat that plays the saxophone
I relax the dome, face the moon
My life is draped with pages that embrace a shade of blue
As I question, when was it ever rosy?
Why am I trapped in the way the saxophone sings?
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