One day boys and girls you're gonna be dead.. You'll do nothing but get married and make noise in bed.. You'll be someone's nigger and you'll lick their ass..
I feel your heartbeat. Your pasty hands shake. I'll be every breath. Your trembling lips take. . Metal teeth wanna save you. Button flies wanna keep you pure.
I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me. My tax dollars paid their ransom, would they do the same for me?. I don't, I don't want them in my home.
Consider this your fair warning. There's no turning back now. You're leaving your. Blanket of cleansed gospel. . For the smut of vicious truth. You won't need your wool coat.
I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me.. My tax dollars paid their ransom. Would they do the same for me?. I don't, I don't want them in my home..
I'll classify every word out of your lips. As a lie until you're lying. Beneath the dirt and the soil. Hailed as the king of deceivers and cheats. . You've got a lot to learn.
Splintered soles and cracked rungs. Soaking flames and black lungs. Climbing only brings me closer to drowning. Effort only speeds burning embers to rain down.
Love makes the streets again. Do you remember when?. You laughed and called me names. Times changed, you're not the same. From inner city hell. Dead walls and smoking smells..
You used my name under false pretense. You wrote my name at the side of the fence. I got you in the corner where I wanted you. Got you in the corner where there's no escape.
Please take a seat. Let me tell you both a tale of love and hope. It's a story that you may have heard before. Told as mythical lore. But this translation is clear.
I followed every single step. Listed in didactic manuals. I sat up straight, I prayed to God. . I dressed my shutters in matching paint. I pressed my nose to the grindstone.
It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood. running out of the bullet hole in his head. It's the American in me that makes me watch TV,. see it on the news this is what the man said he said.
I'm a new drug trafficking my way. Through far and distant lands. I'll pump through these twisted blood streams. To every corner of your body. . Despite all maps and borders.
Just another day on the rotten side of life,. he's looking for a sweet boy to make him his wife.. To the butcher's dungeon steam house he makes his calls,.
This is the beginning and the end. The rise and the fall. Our gait will begin its saunter at the source. When the infant learns to crawl. . Place your hands on mine, untie your mind.
The busy streets. And the even busier. Patrons and vehicles. Argue my elusive steps. Through the blur of urgency. Here, I'm always on my toes. . Until an abrupt blond door.
I wake my greedy eyes. From a night spent dreaming. Ambitiously, cost-effectively. Fingers stained. From yesterday's highs and lows. . It's got to go.
Spiders, come here. Who's there?. Someone's here. . Welcome to my humble abode. Please don't mind the mess. Just nest yourself down comfortable. Let the doctor do the rest.
I've got shovels for my hands. Anchors for my legs. Wings jut out my shoulder blades. I can go anywhere. . I can't go anywhere. I'm trapped in a mirror.
It starts with a canvas. A starchy, blinding white. Then comes the flash of illumination. And the tools to record the plight. . So I begin drowning the surface.