Mar 09, 2005 14:28
i used to think that rappers had it figured out
brass monkey , st ives , old english and guiness stout
once a man, twice a boy - with a choice of vice or voice of spite -
not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life
and then i thought suicide was a suburban myth
i couldn't see my own hands being the ones i'm murdered with
that is until i travelled this world a bit
i understand now , if i loose my nerve
i'll get the girl to do it
she heard the music but preferred the person
she's worth it
the only one i left behind the curtain - to work with
pushing buttons and playing with levers
we'll stay together as long as i'm honest in my songs
radio
suckers never play this
scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists
poorly developed, yet highly advanced
the black music intertwined with the white man's line dance