Lyrics
Uhm lets see, no one has ever gotten whatever for free
my stee is to be me, that's who i am, or should i ask who
am i? been told so many lies through-out the life my eyes
are slowly becomin blind, my opticals have the option to
have optimism, it's the criticsm that has my brain goin
through nuclear fission, I'm on a mission that is impossible
to accomplish...or is it? must be the physical that puts my
stress through the test, got damn yo...are we done yet?
tryin to get the criteria met then got my feet swept, I'm
electrical current, don't need my feet wet so I step in dry
spots to keep the show down on lock, why can't time stand
still? it seems to never stop until a life is gone or has been
forgot, I tend to drop on either or both knees prayin for
this Earthly disease to cease botherin me, tried coppin
trees but where would the smoking lead me?
Stuck questioning inquistions that would have been answered
had I only listened, now I'm fistin gristled grills with nothing
but fiction....
This just in, more news inquiries burnin the crees, these people
are fleas that seem to breeze through my inner peace, I'm fallin
from center sleeves, no one here to hold me, so what's left but
to cherish these memories, goin down, croakin slow, been around,
blood dries in snow, cryin everyday cuz I just didn't know...
Excuses...Excuses...
I refuse this abuse to clap loud and profuse like there's no use
for my everyday juice, I'm spruce like Bruce Bruce eatin on
comic view, now what's new?
Actually I was just about to go into obtuse angles and strangle
these Mr. Bojangles, grab em by the ankles and drank em like
I was in a Klump mini-series, it's the mysery of this mystery that
keeps gettin to me, people doubtin i and vv, despise us but we
stay together like french words...you know...we we, don't you
get it? nah never mind you'd rather fixodent and forget it,
that's why your wig stays divided, spit it just to spite it, and
every word you said..let me ask you this," did you bite it?"
I'm like flight attendant jobs now...ignited....so don't fight it,
I'm blowin bits throwin em fits attempting to fix this shit, takin
high risks with both my fists...
But yo answer me this, how many people out there have a grip
on their own reality? shit I'm statin mine and every time I
rhyme I'm paralyzin a spine, it's all in body, soul and mind, I
committ the crime just by recitin true lines, keep on livin
true lies, you'll catch the total back draft in true time, it's due
find, on I'm early mornin dew's chime, so feel the wind blow
through each shine, oh my...they still don't get it, maybe I should
bring this whole thing to an endin.....
Nah Nah but wait, unlock the gate cuz you're sealin the fate,
don't let it escape off cape, you be canaveral, keep your eye
on the sparrow, you know with Him, I know things seem dim,
but if you give up...what's gonna happen then?
Honestly I don't know, sometimes I don't care, I just flow words
to get it off the tip of my nerves, it seems absurd, but just obsorb
the verbs and eventually you'll understand what's heard, it's just
that I can't explain, want em to say it, but tired of people sayin
my name, and everytime I lash out I'm the one that catches the blame,
goin insane every minute I'm here, nah mean? ...........ahhhh see
what I mean? I mean can't you hear? this is the reason I carry the fear...
