Bent Life

Yo

I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision

Study the disorders

we've absorbed inside the village

I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace

that remain up in

my face like top to bottom train car feelings

Lets question the ascension

of a broken social icon in various domino affect

I'm blow this hex over the mission

Just to

administer the indoor sucker punch to (?) its pitiful condition

With no

alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized

Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close

your eyes

That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots

As the

truth hits your ears begin to cry

'Why Is It Like This!' Why the f**k do I care?

I don't have

the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear

City lights look like bright groups of fire

flies

Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies

Tires screech to a halt, the ground

cries

Spit sparks speak to the streets

The skid marks are replies

Read discussions of what

we rode through entrenched in the vocals]

The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke

you)

As I walk out my door, step into the pollution

(I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions

Physically

the situation's hard to stop

I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks

Casualties

in this apocalypse (street chronicle)

abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)

Relaxin

drinking my 6-pack maxing

faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it)

Table

talk, salt and pepper conversation

Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca

It's a conspiracy

(you know), I can't lie dukes

Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do

(Chorus)

It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum

Punks that buckle under the rumple

of my drum

Steadily searching for something new under the sun

But its stagnant, act of development

first of madness

Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum

Punks that buckle under the rumple

of my drum

Steadily searching for something new under the sun

But its hurtin, act of development

first diversion

A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient

In a gravel

pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing

Embracing light of America, and found a shade

of darkness (underground)

The traincar used to be my apartment

Sick of people rushin in

the doors before I get out

Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout

'The Biz is

Coming, The Biz is Coming!' ?

Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!)

We just getting

flurries now?

Yeah, its like sloooowww dooowwwn,

You're movin much to fast

to bust through the finale fashioned glass

Its delicate demeanor and I teach you how to hang

But

we like 1970 something 20 clicks outside your name (tear obedience)

I apologize for the faulty

academics

but they placed us in a miserable stasis

I let bygones be bygones

But tryin to

see eye to eye with the face lift

just aint working the way the manual paints it

See I soak in

a blue note factory

While most cats hassle bandits lamping (?) solo

And when the last red

brick topples over the earth

to intercept your crooked little mess

I can be found in a social

coma directly to your left

Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath

Regarding

how to document the shady baby steps

I bounce checks like a modern

Sleep with one eye open

while the other two drift

together specimens from the promise land

This for the thinkers

This

for the erchants allergic to they own stingers

This for the absurd verdict linkers

This

for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions

but cant remember where his

drink is

I'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporation

Cause we alley cats addicted

to the sickly warped sensation

Answer this: when all that's said and done

are you a memorable

troop or just a lab rat on the run

Choose one