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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,249
Peak in subgenre #340
Author
keith
Uploaded
February 15, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Surprised with everything I have seen in this long moment
It Seems to scream back at me like mothers and small children
Breaking cover I crawl home into a shell protecting face from
Blasphemis pacifist speaking with Lazarus in page form
Take a stray bomb shoot at innocent bystander
Who was only there top view the act and follow his eyes gander
I slander any president or resident of community
Who calls immunity after affecting lives of you and me
In negative ways and still claims, good of all people
And smiles with his little eyes like it doesn’t involve evil
Factions red color of death, war and tragedy
And gradually the rights are gone and wont come back to me
Laugh and see, call it fortune telling or screaming consciousness
You can give your right away or you could try and do the opposite
And once you’ve lost your grip you can never hold the vision tight
So sit and fight till the day the missions lost its life
And if lifes worth fighting for, settling scorecard differences
Then set sights worth climbing toward exactly where the pigeon sits
On top to view it down, change point of view perspective swap
Infected influential influenza trips the cops
Mix a persons mind enough there sure to stray away
I play may amaze those who are strange as macy grey
Maybe hay that I be smoking makes me stay this way
But maybe fate appears to blame its self and rain on my parade
The whole facade is past played ask dave about the dominoes
And those affect the stress fractures and chronic problems no
Man could ever stand the stress endured by this of average
Savage who could mash kids but wont be cause he mad as shit
It wasn’t cops that made him stop it was the protestants and Christians
When projects finally came to rest you had to pause and listen
Whats he missin? Probably the point and the question marks
And blessings never counted on just fenced in remarks
But if you knew and caught it deeper than the pressing points
Theres more to it than the writtens and caressing joints
Confessing shorts in fact turning them to long lines
Of ramblings like canvassing the world for the small guy
We could help and make the music right lay poetry to tempo
And you know its me with every chance got smoke In a rental
It may be dope and your rents know keith stays true as fuck
But lost his lines in space and times indeed then threw it up
Like fresh graffiti paints full throttle checkered flags
Been waved so we done hit the gas to make this music last
For every line I drop I feel my muscles getting stronger
Face a dragon with no gear just mic cord and this song curve
Words around and choke neck dust fly’s when dragons hits
Floor boards screaming at warlords “LOOK AT MY MAGIC stick”
I can kill with poetry causing technical difficulties
Seeping from window sill and sectioning critical heaps
Of scientifical centrifugal force explanations
Where individuals look and criminals for there own restorations
Western ways have won there way in what’s coming next
Computer chips in new born babies controlling when they wake and they rest
It’s a mess,