An old man cuts his face. But not because the razor's dull. It's from his hands shaking. From the lack of what he's taking. Not like an old man's memories.
Freedom, justice, power of reason. Peace, opportunity, compassion, equal equality. These are the things we need. The same stars shine on everyone. . We're blessed, we agree, we receive.
The year is 87'. Back in the 12th grade g. When I used to hang with ch to the ip hangin' in the halls. Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz.
Bring me the heads of mine former opponents. Make minor arrangements with tall prostitutes. Then run through their ranks in stolen Volkswagens. And show me your gashes, show me your gashes.
(Who's one of my kind). Tonight. (Who's one of my kind). Your lipstick stains. On the front lobe of my. Left-side brains. I knew i wouldn't forget you.
I'm tired of explaining that it wasn't supposed to be allowed. I'd buy it but it wasn't supposed to be like this. You can't touch me cos I'm never over.
Married life in prison is a lottery. Conditions are dickensian at best. Celebrate animals celebrate animals. Standing in the corner like you've pissed yourself.
Oh snap, you know this track is fly. So get crunked up and don't ask why. Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain. Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain.
Humphrey, the whale should have GPS. Humphrey, the whale should get GPS. . Humphrey, the whale should have GPS. Humphrey, the whale should get GPS. . So youre not stuck in the Sacramento Delta, Humphrey.
MC Lars is more punk than you. Go. . Books about Evanescence. (Are not punk rock). Guns n' Roses watches. (Are not punk rock). . Hello Kitty iPod cases.
It's off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish.. All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish.. It's the L-A-R-S, H-O double-R I-S.... and I represent CV, and yes I must confess:.
Oh snap, you know this track is fly. So get crunked up and don't ask why. Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain. Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain.
They burned down Troy to get you back!. Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back. They burned down Troy to get you back!. Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back.
We always seem to argue. that ain't no good. look what it's doing to me. Ya we were heading for a glory. got such a dirty story. hope that no one finds out.
If you were over in Egypt. Way down deep on a dig. And if some mummy tried to get chummy. I'd be there to unravel his wig. . If you were bungee jumpin'.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.
Midnight in the holy city, playground for restless souls. Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter. And the ghostly daughters. Wait for their boys to come home.
I know you flex when I walk by. I see you try to catch my eye. and I see you making stupid jokes to make me laugh. And you think that I don't see it too, but do I look blind to you?.
[mcgruff]. I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch police coats. Leave the beast roast, gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost. Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats.
We all need a secret garden. Yes I know. We all need a hideaway. Where we go. When we need a shelter. To a place where we live in peace. . We all make a secret journey.