if i ever reconcile myself with the world again
ill stow me weapon but never my pad and pen
if life some how came akin to god send id probably then
stop havin a drug problem
id probably stop botherin the bottle
id probably stop in the church and ask for a bible
but this was all libel
trifle rightness to beget spineless kindness
fakers like that got me lookin at the wine list
to be able to dine on this
a straight diet of remiss rhyme flow
i pack it up for spring and during winter i like to
go
No more connection
im infectious with skills to bypass your detection
im not who you think so just listen to the correction
im a tradesman who was born without and option
the divine saw it fit to fit these hands with destruction
how can you learn to appreciate what you've grown
ReplyDeleteunless you've truly learned to live on your own
to govern with will and to spare no expense
to live life as if there is no recompense
and i sensed that it was over before it began
and sooner or later well all understand
that misunderstandings are part of the plan
but we can still make music so strike up the band
and play the same old tune over and over again
but now we can finally real our full plot
were dense like a stone and cant move from this spot
so we shot you a smile and this is what we got.....