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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,962
Peak in subgenre #64
Author
c-Kam
Uploaded
February 20, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:08
Story behind the song
The struggle between eating food and food for thought.
Lyrics
I'm driving up and down side streets
trying to find me.
The world's my oyster shell
and someone just deep-fried it
then super-sized it.
Now--not even the clouds can hide it
the SKY'S the limit
and I'm infinite.
Give me a pool of truth
and I'll jump into it.
Now I'm lookin for this late-night
metaphysical fast-food
at the nearest spiritual drive-thru.
On the radio comes this beat
that I can rhyme to.
I start a cypher.
With the cigarette lighter
I start a fire under my ass.
Grasping the facts of life
with cash.
They asked me if I want fries with that.
But shit--I'm full.
Perceiving the inconceivable.
Unbelievable how I'm
flying and driving
simultaneously.
Extraneously moving in two places at once.
Road and sky.
Hopes held high.
I choke on the gas fumes
but never die.
Even without a parachute--
I could fall forever
into abyss pits.
Spitting this shit--
freestyling til even eternity
starts smiling
at my wilin' out lines
and rhymes.
Blowing images through speakers
like bubbles.
When I was a kid-- I got into trouble
for writing on the sidewalk
into the wet cement.
I said I had to leave my mark--
that that's what it meant.
Messages heaven-sent,
universally experienced,
but my mom didnt wanna hear it.
She didnt see that not even concrete
could keep my spirits
inside me.
So don't try to hide me--people of the world
and of the stars.
Listen to these bars
that set you free
not case you in.
So in case you sin
know that it's just the mind's gin.
Get drunk off of fun and run
til the paths to the heavens
open like the red sea.
Follow me quickly
infinitely,
Doing fifty
on the freeway.
I passed a sign that said, "Be saved"
And there- like a rainbow--
or was it the golden arches?
I saw saints marching.
Inspiration started sparking.
Suddenly value
became more than a menu
I feel so
inspired... I put the cigarette lighter
back...
"No thanks, ma'am,
I dont NEED
any fries with that."
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