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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed.
Devoid of conviction, conflicted, annoyed.
Kicked at and worn down. 6 6 6.
Beat. Looking for the next quick fix.
Unpopular prophets with problems
Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them;
Who didn?t want to end up crushed by god?s embrace
In the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in space;

I don't know what's wrong with the youth of today
wandering lost it's true what they say
and who is to blame?
T.V and magazines,
they'd have you believe, everyday was halloween.
why, when I was a kid,
playing in the ditches
living in fear of satan and the witches

This collection of sketches
rough and scattered is arranged by instinct,
Theres entropy yet work, but mostly it happened by accident
sure a story goes with this, but for it to make sense you'd have to be me,
and for it to make dollars I would have to be something I despise,
don't ask me how i manage, no-one get's paid to make change,
every morning i salute the flag, turn, grab the fingers of my left hand behind my back and continue my search.
I'm wondering how I got here,

I try to be nice and take care of my appearances
Keep outta trouble and trifle interferences
The bachelor of science I run my own company
Somebody call me, my number's unlisted
Some stories are straight and others come twisted
Women's intuition and young gals luck
Every girl I know has a crush on rap...who?
Boys may cheat, either that or they might leave her

cardboard crown across the side says fragile
shirt unbuttoned, pleasure fool, I'm agile
ripped up forms, men with swords tear the flesh
eyes like shadows one way ticket marakesh

no doors or windows caught on fire high speed train
smashed up lives torrential downpour I need pain
stuntman's wife back-alley mattress wrath of addicts

We should take a break from the computers and programs,
And swing it back to my place for hooters and slow jams
For once. I'm the type of guy who'll surprise you with a cool disguise
And act out fantasies with dialogue and school supplies.

South American tough nuts to crack open, but I'm determined, slim chance
To make it past the German implants and you-know-whats.
Private parts, I'm hoping that you do go nuts and push while it

You ain't feeling me, until you feel what I feel
I ride by myself, on one wheel,
But I deal with the fact that you take,
What you get and ignore,
The shit and the piss,
That goes with the territory
Compare the story stuck to the fridge,
To that of the hermit living under the bridge

Most people are curious
and wanna get dirt on
The Centaur; I'm famous
I walk around with no shirt on
The easiest way would be for you to lie face down
I'm a man
But I'm built like a horse from the waist down
People are afraid of me but act like they love me

Look at this mess
He thought he was cheatin' God
She leaves in the autumn
His face like a beaten dog
Now he's become everything that you hate
He's just in time to be too late
His friends are like snowflakes
His lies are confessions

Devil's eyes
I can see them when they scream at night
Living with me in my dreams
You either love everything
You either love everything
I am right
There is no other way
To fight

[Hook: Marnie Herald]
All the world was black and white
Just a sound stage
From the back projecting light
God is of the silent age
I can see you crying even though I don't hear nothing
You will laugh behind the scenes if I had the choice
Guard us all from the silver screen in your God given voice

Ma foi, ma force, ma voix, my vows
Gypsy Madonna, all your beauty's in your eyebrows
Don't touch them, je fais le dernier pari, silently
Finally, I feel all the furies of love violently
Flowers in the rain, wild fires in the orchard
Singing in the pain, I beg to feel tortured
Sugar and chaos, everyone else is boring
Let's make dirty babies until the morning

Hey boys, I've come a long way
Along in the sun and the rain

What am I doing here? No-star hotel
Wasting my wealth
Telling myself to go to hell
Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
Do noyt disturb sign hangin' on the door knob

[Hook: Tiger Rosa]
I don't believe in fairytales, in love, and other ghosts
I don't believe in anything but us

[Verse 1: Buck 65]
Maybe there is a right way
And a wrong way to love someone
A million ways to come undone

The sun is always shining bright, at thirty thousand feet above
Waiting games creating flames, burning with the heat of love
Another day another turn page, no we've reached the most absurd stage
Hope my arms turn into branches and my chest becomes a bird cage
Hurricane endure the pain, I ain't use to being nervous
Agitated seat belt fastened, James Brown mixed with Ian Curtis
No where no where way up high, I don't really need a lie
With fire in my lungs tonight I travel at the speed of fire

Cracked foundations leak, it's a fact,
That attracts rats, mold grows and that shit is wack,
'Cause like I need a space that's commendeerial and chill for me to write
But we need the raw materials to build and the right

Mixture of light fixtures and extra large windows of opportunity,
When those of our community come to pay a visit.
You treat it properly while you break down the science of the property value.

Meanwhile, back at the command central circus,
Doctors are exposing a man's ventral surface to a medicated agent
To purify the soul of this dedicated patient,
Laying on the nekked table.

He works for a record label and wears sandals with tube socks,
We got him tied face down, hooked up to the fuse box
With insulated cables. ambulances cruise blocks

Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing
And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,
jaws are dropping left and right
Lost cause you came like a thief in the night
With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation
Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off

My dear so and so is very far away.
The stone in your stomach, there's no way to start the day.
I pray to the waves, and utter my wishes,
I'd rather have spirals and butterfly kisses.
My wings for a morning, to swim in her breeze,
To walk across deserts with similar ease,
I'd surrender my fortune, and burn the last chapter,
Swallow the future and deal with the past after.

I'm going down the road feelin' bad bye and bye
Deep fried blues but I'd rather die than cry
Gas station food bound to go stale soon
There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon
Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly
And this is the hammer that killed John Henry
I'm sick of being tired, sick of the circus life
Here daydreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife

The word miracle isn't really worth the same
As a measure of marvel in heaven as it is on earth
Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised land
So the precedent is modified
God itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature
Happens very rarely by standards set by the practicing masters
Of the spectactular arts in paradise

The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts.
All that's left now is victory laps,
And I have no intention of slowing the pace,
So unless you're a sucka, you won't be showin' your face.
And guess what else, I don't want to shake hands
Or make friends or make amends, so don't make plans,
'Cause not only not can you ride on my coat tails,
I wouldn't even let ya clean the dirt out of my toenails.

Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife
Hip hop music ruined my life
I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat
Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep
I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar
Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car
Praying for salvation, needing a miracle
Drowning in new music and reading material

young and attractive
quote unquote old soul
down in a cold hole
playing my controlled roll

the world is mine good and bad
I never sleep, Odd charms
Firetrucks and squad cars, struggling in God's arms

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down

Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends

This is for us, us, and not for anybody else.
And this is for us, not for the underground hip hop fans, nah, this is for us.
This ain't for be -boys, rap writers,
Djs, and mcs, or any of them, 'cause ah..this is for us.
Not for the vinyl buyin' break beat collectors
With dirty fingertips and notebooks, this is for us.
And this is for us, not for the students and historians either,
'cause this is for us, the arch,

Yeah coming through from the 902
Pop the line it's buck 65
Full blown combinating with johnney rockwell and the Centaur

Double dipped
Yo, right about this time next year
Certain others digging up bones

[Verse 1:]
Old days golden covering the bases
Back when we used to punch each other in the faces
Under my skin try on the ions
See how it feels let bygones be bygones
Past thieves store script to the well known
That's when we did it No shit from the elbow
Underground meant something low water apocolypse

Driving with a yellow dog, I95,
He's got a smile on his face, big shiny eyes,
Up at a decent hour, never ate yet,
Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck,
Nothing in the trunk but some baseball gloves,
A pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs,
Blanket on the back seat, we're in rough shape,
Sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape,