Post by NINO_eMCee on Jan 14, 2006 19:04:24 GMT
Perhaps I’ma blind for the facts
Lookin’ at my future as my past
I’ma waitin for nothing new
Every single moment’s like a deja-vu
Life’s like a dope rap game everythin’ the same
I need a happy chorus that’ll help my fame
The hardest thing is to cope with my thorny personality
First, I wanna take away from herr this banality
Early in the morning clock alarm yell, wake you up
You wanna grab and slog it at the closest wall
But whatever, you leave the bed even aint make it up
You’re still sleepy and your motions still slow
Go out walkin’ like a vagabond although you hot-foot
You meet only faggots and lesbians who fill your boots
They stop ya and offer their service for funny payment
You feel as desired as the hero from ‘all love Raymond’
You hear some good words behind ya back
But you don’t care just take’em as clichés or some fact
People hide their emotions to look polite
Struggle with everythin’ life looks like a non-stop fight
You see a car of CNN with break news
to follow ambulance up the avenues
Cops yelling come fast that’s the next terrorist attack
You feel somebody rummage ya rucksack
Weed smoke’s spreadin’ all around like a thick fog
Everybody shits outside cuz gypsies make a sewerage clog
Democracy lets people do what they wanna do and they feign
Running their mouth without carry the weight, what they’re sayin’
Fancy dressed take out guns under the sun
Some are unloaded full or an un-registered one
He had a FUCKED UP day ready to empty his clips
Envelopes with a virus of anthrax, everywhere flipped
Bang, bang, bang’s the most common sound you can hear
But circumstances make ya get used to this fear
You walk on the sidewalk and listen outta windows above
Sound of a slap follow by a woman’s yell that was rough
Next, a sexual groan mix with piano playin’
You just sigh and go on you know what I’m sayin’
Lookin’ at my future as my past
I’ma waitin for nothing new
Every single moment’s like a deja-vu
Life’s like a dope rap game everythin’ the same
I need a happy chorus that’ll help my fame
The hardest thing is to cope with my thorny personality
First, I wanna take away from herr this banality
Early in the morning clock alarm yell, wake you up
You wanna grab and slog it at the closest wall
But whatever, you leave the bed even aint make it up
You’re still sleepy and your motions still slow
Go out walkin’ like a vagabond although you hot-foot
You meet only faggots and lesbians who fill your boots
They stop ya and offer their service for funny payment
You feel as desired as the hero from ‘all love Raymond’
You hear some good words behind ya back
But you don’t care just take’em as clichés or some fact
People hide their emotions to look polite
Struggle with everythin’ life looks like a non-stop fight
You see a car of CNN with break news
to follow ambulance up the avenues
Cops yelling come fast that’s the next terrorist attack
You feel somebody rummage ya rucksack
Weed smoke’s spreadin’ all around like a thick fog
Everybody shits outside cuz gypsies make a sewerage clog
Democracy lets people do what they wanna do and they feign
Running their mouth without carry the weight, what they’re sayin’
Fancy dressed take out guns under the sun
Some are unloaded full or an un-registered one
He had a FUCKED UP day ready to empty his clips
Envelopes with a virus of anthrax, everywhere flipped
Bang, bang, bang’s the most common sound you can hear
But circumstances make ya get used to this fear
You walk on the sidewalk and listen outta windows above
Sound of a slap follow by a woman’s yell that was rough
Next, a sexual groan mix with piano playin’
You just sigh and go on you know what I’m sayin’
