Friends, I will keep you like trophies in my heart to remember how loneliness was a faded dream on 219th Street. We were more than just young, we were
What's it gonna take for me? I'm on my hands and knees, while all the poets fill the pages of loose leaf I feel cheap, and I feel empty We will bathe
Warm skin, smooth lips Our hearts are strong and toned our tongues will speak of the unknown I know that when I'm out here on the road, Your ear's pressed
I've been sitting in the suicide lane on Highway 99 Looking for a sign in the headlights I've been to war with my mind But things will be different
I scrape the glass for crumbs and ask the mirror for some truth. I loaded my body with chemicals, it was no use. Cause retribution's coming for the years
It's like I never had time to look away. My body's stuck between death and decay. I'm plastic and set upon display. And their eyes are wide and they
What great risk to truly live We could die alone Our self proclaimed meaning of bliss is getting what we're owed. It's always getting what we're owed
Dripping wet with practiced sincerity, cute slogans for the intangible mysteries You reduce your god (pruned to profit your ego) to a TV commercial, "
Sick with regret, you sputter out Your flames followed in doubt Light the cigarette, in take a breathe The smoke inflates your chest And thins your blood
Give me wings, give me peace These are the things that I need I'm tourmented, boken, and shamed Are you listening? And give me shelter from the storm
I left my heart in a plastic box, On the bedside table. It will be locked till I get home. I?ve grown feeble and tired of this world. Tired of constantly
Call me a liar Call me your friend I will let you down again Cause I'm a disaster of epic proportions I will let you down again I am not worthy to be
We sing the same song you and I With lead feet in deep water we cry out to live or die Instead we tread in waves to stay alive Our heads above the grave
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He gets his information from overhearing conversations He doesn't ask questions, doesn't learn many lessons And he keeps his mouth shut until he boils
board, Liquid Sword Chamber If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger Heavy metal rap, with a 44 banger We can settle that, let the mic cord hang
coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger Heavy metal rap, with a four four banger We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya I play homage to the best
