With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins. and elbows sliding off the bar,. we speak and breathe and charm our way. under trains and between cars.. I'm drinking whatever you're buying.
Stabbed in the back. Betrayed a thousand times. Never surrendered. I've risen above the dirt. . [Chorus:]. Alone. Insane. Alive. . Rising. Above. Beyond.
You should have left, well enough alone. Think of all the sleeping out here, dreaming of a home. A 30 year mortgage of their own. You should have let us stay healthy and work our fingers to the bone. So what if it hurts? We all deserve the right to die for something. But if they let you waste away on the waiting room floor, just say, "There is no fear in this heart". You should have said, "You'll have t take what you can get," instead of letting us stay desperate and just work ourselves to death. So what if it hurts? So what if the stasis with a gracious smile is all you deserve? What if the basis for care is what you can afford? You'll get a permanent place in a public ward. So what if it hurts? So what if I place in my broken faith is all you deserve?.
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood). . [Lil' Flip]. From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look.
What began as a poem is now just a burden,. a vicious song that's mine to keep.. What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight off sleep.
So I wanted goals. I saw all I needed was:. -a home with a view of something beautiful. -a woman that I trusted. -the friends that I grew up with. . But it was asking too much for us to pray things stay in exactly the same way. And so we drift together saying "Every mirror shows the same ugly shell I've shared forever". We drift together, yet apart and alone. The only role for these lonely souls. And you can see the by the lonely numbers on my bank receipts, the lonely space between these sheets, by the ravenous company I keep, comforts are few and far between. But just this once I'll have you know, this is not a lonely soul..
I've noticed that you like to live your life. on borrowed friends and borrowed time.. We don't live that way done here,. those bonds have formed throughout the years.
I guess it wasn't as bad as it sounds.. We wore the embers like a crown,. as a reminder to remember. things don't heat up until the sun goes down.. From between the heat of passing cars,.
We're all going to hell,. and I mean that in the best possible way.. For the second time in my young life. I put holes in hopes the size of days.. There's a new scene rising through these streets.
It's safe to say there are darker things in the streets these days than kids with guns and moms on drugs, things that we don't let on. And if you're "free", then take to the city streets with your God-given speech, screaming, "Fuck the police." You can see the state getting armed for the new class war. Perpetuate divide and say that it's the law. There are blacker things living deep in all our hearts, darker things in our hearts than we let on. And it's safe to say there are darker things in the street these days than darker skies and getting high. Things that control our lives. The priests were all demoted and released. Check the property value. The neighbors didn't even mind. Doesn't anyone want to start again? Create a new aesthetic for the new American. Not state traitors taking, day trading and date raping to their hearts' content. As the work day ends, I laid down so tired....
Straight out of high school and into the jungle. Searching for Tarzan who might be dead. You kick like a mule, short of an Oscar. And screaming blue murder at newly weds.
If she gets a black eye, I want a black eye. If she gets a splinter, I want a splinter too. If she gets a disease, I want a disease. If she goes tripping, I go falling over.
Wanted to go to the white fluffy. Clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma. Been several shades of broken. Ever since I disowned her. . I wanted to be with my woman.
We're just a bunch of buffalos. Getting slaughtered. We're all Red Indians. We love firewater. . We're just a bunch of buffalos. Getting slaughtered. We're all Red Indians.
you're a traitor. always on the run. . you're the enemy. sentenced to die. . they're watching you. and they'll soon attack. . we are The Virus Control.
Great masters of the world. Great masters living by the sword. . Living forever in peoples mind. Like a God!. A part of the history. Changing the world.
Two thousand years. Living on a lie. Two thousand years. In agony they're gonna die!. . The preachers of freedom. The children of god. Living like slaves.