Bent Life

Yo
I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision
Study the disorders
we've absorbed inside the village
I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace
that remain up in
my face like top to bottom train car feelings
Lets question the ascension
of a broken social icon in various domino affect
I'm blow this hex over the mission
Just to
administer the indoor sucker punch to (?) its pitiful condition

With no
alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close
your eyes
That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots
As the
truth hits your ears begin to cry
'Why Is It Like This!' Why the f**k do I care?
I don't have
the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear
City lights look like bright groups of fire
flies
Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies
Tires screech to a halt, the ground
cries
Spit sparks speak to the streets
The skid marks are replies
Read discussions of what
we rode through entrenched in the vocals]
The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke
you)
As I walk out my door, step into the pollution
(I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions
Physically
the situation's hard to stop
I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks
Casualties
in this apocalypse (street chronicle)
abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)
Relaxin
drinking my 6-pack maxing
faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it)
Table
talk, salt and pepper conversation
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca
It's a conspiracy
(you know), I can't lie dukes
Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do

(Chorus)

It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumple
of my drum
Steadily searching for something new under the sun
But its stagnant, act of development
first of madness

Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumple
of my drum

Steadily searching for something new under the sun
But its hurtin, act of development
first diversion

A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient
In a gravel
pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing
Embracing light of America, and found a shade
of darkness (underground)
The traincar used to be my apartment
Sick of people rushin in
the doors before I get out
Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout
'The Biz is
Coming, The Biz is Coming!' ?
Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!)
We just getting
flurries now?

Yeah, its like sloooowww dooowwwn,
You're movin much to fast
to bust through the finale fashioned glass
Its delicate demeanor and I teach you how to hang
But
we like 1970 something 20 clicks outside your name (tear obedience)
I apologize for the faulty
academics
but they placed us in a miserable stasis
I let bygones be bygones
But tryin to
see eye to eye with the face lift
just aint working the way the manual paints it
See I soak in
a blue note factory
While most cats hassle bandits lamping (?) solo
And when the last red
brick topples over the earth
to intercept your crooked little mess
I can be found in a social
coma directly to your left
Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath
Regarding
how to document the shady baby steps
I bounce checks like a modern
Sleep with one eye open
while the other two drift
together specimens from the promise land
This for the thinkers
This
for the erchants allergic to they own stingers
This for the absurd verdict linkers
This
for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions
but cant remember where his
drink is
I'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporation
Cause we alley cats addicted
to the sickly warped sensation
Answer this: when all that's said and done
are you a memorable
troop or just a lab rat on the run
Choose one