creeped out, and couldn’t care less how you ride it
deprived is, the type of tummy my eye is
so still it’s bigger fam, my little hand fit inside it
The world collide quick, chew so we divided
Hide it away with each piece of liberty fam
Best to go and get it than wait for the delivery man
I don’t think making you worse off betters my stance
So if I see someone running for it, I’ma lend ‘em my chance
Get ‘em to dance, a reticent cast
I’m better at crafting a meddlesome laugh
Did we dead in the half, met in the lab
saddled with a cramp in the calf, style imagining that
Like what came first, eh, I bet it’ll pass
I chuckle along to the cosmic laugh
Looking at myself through other eyes, wow, I’m tall
Fucking up the meat market, Judas cow, Cattle call
Wishing I could get some closure, that is all
determined but not pre, like G ump Bubba
We flow, from an evil, I call ego, umm robust
Whisper in my ear, inflate it, then scream to come closer
I’ll be fighting for my people’s hunger when luck’s over
Fucked over, sucks sober, life does, misnomer light buzz
Doing what you think is right, does not make it right Dog
Walkers and the talkers can both grow stoney in the dawn
When the feeling to settle down comes on
So do the come ons , Got me in the same tones
saying to your face “Aw, come on!”
(horn break)
Let’s walk this mile, strife is all we got
We will put this, stress, into the pipe again.
(end)
Doing what you think is right, is not always good for you
Check door two, floor it through, land of no porridge soup
lumping, spitting chew, kicking like a bumpkin do
Shit rustle a pursuit, living life in fear of the goose step boot
Sacrifice my acceptance for a noose set view
I was never fourteen smoking sherm
Someone else’s story, someone else’s turn
Surrounded by the world, man made I wanna watch it burn
The monster in me yearns, while the God within me learns
Grew up in cars with N.W.A. playing
We still think “fuck the police”, just have more developed ways to say it
Is it that they’re racists? Populace complacent?
Ready for the phase shift, fake it, like you play it, til you make it,
RRIIIIIIGHT!?!
Lost in the city I was born in, just steps from where my porch ends
Now a bay rolls out, a scene I’d learn all about
She’s digging a hole, to let go of a soul
Everyday I thank my Mom for that abortion
So I could slide into this world, and not have to survive off just a portion
Fork it, birds or paths ‘til its done
This is a hundred years of victims killed in floods
some are shunned and we fear the resulting sums
and wonder can we lift up the sun?
Gave you away, wish it were sooner
Manuever groupers, consumer troopers
cupid loosed ya, for my lucid P.U.M.A.
Whose gotta cage, cougar, like you gotta take, humor
rage, spray face, ‘til we lay waste, type to take mate and
VAY-----CATE!!!!
Chest puffed, chess pawns, as you face fate,
The only snare you’ve been in’s a trap
The only trap you’ve been in’s an act
Ease the fuck back, stinking like weed in a rucksack
Used to record on the thing inside a Teddy Ruxbin
Now I use it to put up fliers in that place you buy your bus pass in
Sadly I feel I’m looking back on a rushed past
But it’s either double down or double back
There is no other way to touch the path
So I’m aiming where the hubble at, humbled jack, doing his best not to
rub it bad.
credits
from A Shapely Sign of Things to Come,
released July 3, 2012
Produced by Brahman Shaman
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Matt Olson at Ghost in My House Studios
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