| It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It's my habitat, it needs to be clean, 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
The way your giving
knowledge slow and throwing in subtle hints
It's
rubbing it, It's 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 emberassment,displacement,
It's where I wander
It's my genre,
It's Madonna's videos
It's game shows,
cheap liquor,blunts,
and bumper stickers with
rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the fucking
mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the
date rap pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs
and rhyming thugs
It's bloods and crips, five and
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 smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality,
fuck it , it's everything but me
On and on and on and
on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It's in the air, in the water, it's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and
incomplete
It's on the street, every city and
everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the
fantasy, 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, 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 winter , the weather
It's herpes, and it's forever
It's the virus that
takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom
It's that need to speek long, It's my hunger for
attention
It's the wack , who attack songs of
redemption
It's prevention, It's the first
solution
It's loosing the 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 denomination
It's
hourly wages for your professional observations
It's
on your face and it's in your eyes
It's
everything you be
But it ain't me mother fucker, it
ain't me
On and on and no and on
the list goes on
and on and on and on |
