"Put it On Paper (2nd Cut)" Lyrics...
Just trying to get all my lyrics compiled in one place, will probably take me a while, I'm just gonna do an entry here and there...
[Intro] This, is a song, for all the kids with cop outs/ fallen beauty queens, and high school drop-outs/ Watch, as I light the shadows of your doubt/ And address the fear you won't be ready when the clock runs out...
Put it on paper, it's the only thing that'll settle me/ from remembering... the bitter sting of everything... Turned me from your king into your nothing/ and left me sitting here, in the dark, alone with my bitter fling...
[Chorus] (Anne Nesby ft. Al Green) It's not that I don't love you 'cuz you know that I do/ There's only one thing I want you to do... it's put it on paper x2
[Verse 1] Pops, it's been a hot minute since we kicked it/ and I miss you both, life hasn't exactly been a picnic/ And I've been twisted... tempted to jump mid-ship/ to bring water to this desert so I could drink the mud and spit shit...
Jerry, you died when I was eight/ I learned about fate/ Roger took me in and loved me while I returned hate/ And as my fall from grace all took place/ over time I started to learn from my mistakes...
And now It's too late to sell you both an apology/ Instead I offer a "Thanks for being solid G's"/ As gentlemen fade away to mythology/ You both tried to bring up the better side of me...
And I want you to know that I've respected your wishes/ and I've let Mary rest along with a few other bitches/ And I've respected the women of the world even the vicious/ But I'm afraid my mom is just one of those bitches...
Who's just like the others, a bitch I never knew/ but at least my mom was honest, didn't want me and she blew/ Ran back to roost and feed her other kids who/ look up to and respect and even love that bitch too...(Fuck You Mary)
[Pre-Chorus] Sometimes I feel like the only dreams that matter/ Are the ones that are shattered in a million pieces scattered/ I'm caught in the rapture of a failing dream I'm battered/ Bottom of the pit as I'm searching for my ladder...
And sometimes I feel like I'm past all the chatter/ Past all the laughter and quick to spit the chapter/ Flip your disaster to make success your master/ Put It On the Paper it's the only thing that matters...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] The President got his own Vietnam in Iraq/ And the rifle that that 9 year old pack can't bring his Dad back/ but it will rack your chest with a trigger tap/ blood splatter spat and a man landed in his best friend's lap...
Tell me why we send our best minds to die/ Our fittest bodies to lie, still in a box while a young mother cries/ Pretends to feel pride/ while she hides/ the lie inside that she really blames the skies...
And we both kill in the name of Allah(a law)/ To stay out of jail we'll go and murder 'em all/ And Bush stands tall like he's got some balls/ Like he pulls the trigger and answers to some higher cause...
We ain't fighting terrorism/ We're fighting about religion/ Money, Oil, land and envious indecision/ And in our vision/ we're missing the point of living/ and we celebrate deaths with flags and ribbons...
We fight for what's right... but both wrong/ And it won't be long before they change their fuckin' song/ Tomorrow, we'll pull out of vietnam and we'll forget the gone/ and accept that we can't bring our lost boys home...
[Pre-Chorus] Sometimes I feel like the only dreams that matter/ Are the ones that are shattered in a million pieces scattered/ I'm caught in the rapture of a failing dream I'm battered/ Bottom of the pit as I'm searching for my ladder...
And sometimes I feel like I'm past all the chatter/ Past all the laughter and quick to spit the chapter/ Flip your disaster to make success your master/ Put It On the Paper it's the only thing that matters...
[Anne Nesby verse] I'm a little old-fashioned, that's the way it is with me/ I'm in love with one man, and I know he's feelin' me.../ Things are gettin' kinda serious when there's no one else around/ I ain't into shackin' up so we gotta lock it down... Gotta put it on paper...
[Verse 3]
Put it on paper, it's the only thing that'll settle me/ from remembering... the bitter sting of everything.../ Turned me from your king into your nothing/ and left me sitting here, in the dark, alone with my bitter fling...
What am I supposed to do/ when time doesn't ease the loss of you/ And I'm lost in you, stuck in this love and my thoughts of you/ And the passing of each second just brings another thought of you...
I never knew/ That the end would come so soon/ and yet so far thru into me loving you/ Leaving me sitting here in this room/ writing these letters for my concerned whom...
Who really shows little concern/ Since her recent u turn/ and I've earned what I learned/ that I can't make the ashes of this paper love turn/ back to parchment unburned, I yearn for you I swear that love's the germ...
- Canio - "Put it On Paper (2nd Cut)" - In the Dead of Right (Feb. 2010)...
[Intro] This, is a song, for all the kids with cop outs/ fallen beauty queens, and high school drop-outs/ Watch, as I light the shadows of your doubt/ And address the fear you won't be ready when the clock runs out...
Put it on paper, it's the only thing that'll settle me/ from remembering... the bitter sting of everything... Turned me from your king into your nothing/ and left me sitting here, in the dark, alone with my bitter fling...
[Chorus] (Anne Nesby ft. Al Green) It's not that I don't love you 'cuz you know that I do/ There's only one thing I want you to do... it's put it on paper x2
[Verse 1] Pops, it's been a hot minute since we kicked it/ and I miss you both, life hasn't exactly been a picnic/ And I've been twisted... tempted to jump mid-ship/ to bring water to this desert so I could drink the mud and spit shit...
Jerry, you died when I was eight/ I learned about fate/ Roger took me in and loved me while I returned hate/ And as my fall from grace all took place/ over time I started to learn from my mistakes...
And now It's too late to sell you both an apology/ Instead I offer a "Thanks for being solid G's"/ As gentlemen fade away to mythology/ You both tried to bring up the better side of me...
And I want you to know that I've respected your wishes/ and I've let Mary rest along with a few other bitches/ And I've respected the women of the world even the vicious/ But I'm afraid my mom is just one of those bitches...
Who's just like the others, a bitch I never knew/ but at least my mom was honest, didn't want me and she blew/ Ran back to roost and feed her other kids who/ look up to and respect and even love that bitch too...(Fuck You Mary)
[Pre-Chorus] Sometimes I feel like the only dreams that matter/ Are the ones that are shattered in a million pieces scattered/ I'm caught in the rapture of a failing dream I'm battered/ Bottom of the pit as I'm searching for my ladder...
And sometimes I feel like I'm past all the chatter/ Past all the laughter and quick to spit the chapter/ Flip your disaster to make success your master/ Put It On the Paper it's the only thing that matters...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] The President got his own Vietnam in Iraq/ And the rifle that that 9 year old pack can't bring his Dad back/ but it will rack your chest with a trigger tap/ blood splatter spat and a man landed in his best friend's lap...
Tell me why we send our best minds to die/ Our fittest bodies to lie, still in a box while a young mother cries/ Pretends to feel pride/ while she hides/ the lie inside that she really blames the skies...
And we both kill in the name of Allah(a law)/ To stay out of jail we'll go and murder 'em all/ And Bush stands tall like he's got some balls/ Like he pulls the trigger and answers to some higher cause...
We ain't fighting terrorism/ We're fighting about religion/ Money, Oil, land and envious indecision/ And in our vision/ we're missing the point of living/ and we celebrate deaths with flags and ribbons...
We fight for what's right... but both wrong/ And it won't be long before they change their fuckin' song/ Tomorrow, we'll pull out of vietnam and we'll forget the gone/ and accept that we can't bring our lost boys home...
[Pre-Chorus] Sometimes I feel like the only dreams that matter/ Are the ones that are shattered in a million pieces scattered/ I'm caught in the rapture of a failing dream I'm battered/ Bottom of the pit as I'm searching for my ladder...
And sometimes I feel like I'm past all the chatter/ Past all the laughter and quick to spit the chapter/ Flip your disaster to make success your master/ Put It On the Paper it's the only thing that matters...
[Anne Nesby verse] I'm a little old-fashioned, that's the way it is with me/ I'm in love with one man, and I know he's feelin' me.../ Things are gettin' kinda serious when there's no one else around/ I ain't into shackin' up so we gotta lock it down... Gotta put it on paper...
[Verse 3]
Put it on paper, it's the only thing that'll settle me/ from remembering... the bitter sting of everything.../ Turned me from your king into your nothing/ and left me sitting here, in the dark, alone with my bitter fling...
What am I supposed to do/ when time doesn't ease the loss of you/ And I'm lost in you, stuck in this love and my thoughts of you/ And the passing of each second just brings another thought of you...
I never knew/ That the end would come so soon/ and yet so far thru into me loving you/ Leaving me sitting here in this room/ writing these letters for my concerned whom...
Who really shows little concern/ Since her recent u turn/ and I've earned what I learned/ that I can't make the ashes of this paper love turn/ back to parchment unburned, I yearn for you I swear that love's the germ...
- Canio - "Put it On Paper (2nd Cut)" - In the Dead of Right (Feb. 2010)...