Sunday, July 26, 2009
atmosphere tomorrow.
it's the caffeine the nicotine the milligrams of tar it's my habitat it needs to be cleaned it's my car it's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain it's the cat box it needs to be changed it's the pain it's women it's the plight for power it's government it's the way you're giving knowledge slow with thought control and subtle hints it's rubbing it itching it it's applying cream it's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams it's in my dreams it's the monsters that i conjure it's the marijuana it's the embarrassment displacement it's where i wander it's my genre it's madonna's videos it's game shows it's cheap liquor blunts it's bumper stickers with rainbows it's angels demons gods it's the white devils it's the monitor the sound man it's the motherfucking mic levels it's gas fumes fast food tommy hil mommy's pill columbia house music club designer drugs and rhyming thugs it's bloods crips five six it's stick up kids it's christian conservative terrorists it's porno flicks it's the east coast no it's the west coast it's public schools it's asbestos it's mentholated it's techno it's sleep life and death it's speed coke and meth it's hay fever pain relievers oral sex and smoker's breath it stretches for as far as the eye can see it's reality fuck it it's everything but me it's in the water it's in the air it's in the meat it's indirect indiscrete it's inconsistent incomplete it's in the streets every city everywhere you go in every man it's the insanity the fantasies the casualties it's the health care system it's welfare victims it's assault weapons it's television religion and it's false lessons it's cops police pigs with badges guns and sticks it's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit it's wondering if you get to eat it's the heat it's the winter the weather it's herpes and it's forever it's the virus that takes the lives of weak and it's strong it's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom it's the need to speak long it's that hunger for attention it's the wack who attacks songs of redemption it's prevention it's the first solution it's loose it's up for retribution it's mental pollution and public execution it's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards it's the part time job that governs what you can afford it's the fear it's the fake it's clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of the snake it's the dollar yen pound it's all denominations it's hourly wages for your professional observations it's on your face and it's in your eyes everything you be 'cause it ain't me motherfucker 'cause it ain't me...
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