midwest I see the people out there waiting Heart beating in my chest And I'm thinking about a woman Who I would put no one above I'm not looking to
help or hurt me (Fading me baby is just a waste of time) Like it already has I may not seem quite right But I'm not fucked, not quite Bled white Bled
the sheets Tell me you're mine, love And I will not wait for other bedtime treats Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back? Is it something that I
your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hear me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to
'Mental Stamina' [Zion I] Yo, vocally blessed to beat you into submission I paddle units which protrude from the underside of trains Do not touch I'm
Yo yo Vocally blessed to beat you into submission I paddle units with pro-??? from the underside, the train Do not touch, I'm high voltage like the
him a line of talk He said if you've got money I'll see that you don't walk I haven't got a nickel not one penny can I show Get off get off you railroad
penatentiory Mack 10, I'd like to say That I'm a crazy mothafucka, from around the way Since I was a youth, I grew weed out Now I'm the mothafucka that
know you can come home? Running, wait, don't you look 'round. Running, running, running east bound, downtown. Got nothing for you. Shelter is waiting for ya! I'm still waiting
the landin believe it or not I'm walkin on air last of America's heroes here to close the circle I still remember the days of Coleco a daily struggle but I
right Yeah, and all of these bastards Have taken his place He's forgotten but not yet gone And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm
right Yeah, and all of these bastards have taken his place He's forgotten but not yet gone And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And "I'm
him a line of talk He said if you've got money I'll see that you don't walk I haven't got a nickel not a penny can I show Get off get off you railroad
your party) I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch) I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over) AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line) I
not president #2 America is not a true democracy #3 the media is not fooling me 'cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for
when I turned the corner, to my surprise I heard a sound that made me realise. I heard a sound when I turned the corner, I knew that, that I was in the
mine As we pass through ancient gates And I'm whistling at stray dogs And you're laughing on my arm Just waiting for the train Out by parallel lines I
World turnin', Concernin' the truth, I reminisce as a youth, Mommy fightin' Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach, While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I