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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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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?
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