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[trippin_on_ice]

its the caffeine, the nicotine, the milagrams of tar
its my habit, it needs to be changed, its my car
its the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
its the catbox, it needs to be changed, its the pain
its men, its the plight for power, its the government.
its the way your giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
its rubbing, its itching, its applying cream
its the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, its in my dreams
its the monsters that i conjure, its marijuana
its embaressment, displacement, its where i wander
its my genre, its Madonna's videos
its gameshows, cheap liquor, blunts
and bumper stickers with rainbows
its angels, demons, gods, its the white devils
its the monitors, the soundmen, its the fucking mic levels
its gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil' and mommy's pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs, and rhyming thugs
its bloods, crips, fives, six, its stuck up kids
its christian terrorists, its porno flicks
its the east coast, its the west coast
its public schools, its abestos,
its mentholated, its techno
its sleep, life, and death
its speed, coke, and meth
its hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
it stretches as far as the eye can see
its reality, fuck it, its everything but me.