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Angry, I turn my eyes skyward
Fearing I've become a coward, memories searing
flesh against best wishes and good intentions
Paving the way to Hell with unconscious reflexes
Cast hexes on myself and it vex's my patience
I beat the shit outta myself in interrogation-
One on one, mano y mano, quit health for inauguration
I missed the point of my whole fuckin' generation
Because I looked beyond my station in this world-
Shoulda known you can't change your stars
But I thought I'd use my scars and my pain
and turn in 'em to cars- I could use 'em to reign
in fame and glory- Fuck me, Just another
'Lost Kid' story,
And go ahead, Ignore me,
It'll only really hurt if you listen


Whippin' around corners past murders
and extortions- teen pregnancy abortions
Death in the street- black asphalt beet red
White pavement black, the circles come full swing-
And all the children are dead
And even though I speak with a ring of truth-
I'm just another liar with my very own noose
So I loose my vocabulary on the world as an incediary device
and my words float on wings of justice through cemetary's as advice
The dead have endless attention spans
Man's greatest feat is to ignore all it can
about gracious defeat and leaping too far
So I grab the knife and give MYSELF a scar-
Another, add it to the list
So fuck those who speak with a lisp
or carry shit with a limp wrist-
Fuck those with light OR dark skin
Depending on what empty-headed fuck you listen to,
Both are sins
And its all OUR sins
that the shit we're in is this deep to begin with
Fuck anybody, fuck everybody,
But by fuckin' GOD don't offend anybody,

We've been led to believe that bein' PC
is greater to than having HUMANITY
And sanity is over-rated, it doesn't sell
It doesn't help to love your family,
Or be open minded against closed mind-sets
But still I got no regrets-
I wasn't a victim of incest, and I never got beat,
Go figure- I had parents who knew how to treat me
And it leaves me seething- you think that made growin' up easy?
Believe me, I won't fuckin' lie to get recognition
Drop the clutch, spin the tires- Countdown to ignition
Clinton ain't urban- it ain't even suburban
It was farmland- and I ain't bitchin, but growin' up was hard, man
Its hard for everybody, to each their own- and we each got problems
Its in how you solve 'em
Thats your measure of a man-
It ain't in what conflict your in,
Its how far back you draw the line in the sand.

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Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I