[mad child] Star struck, awkward glances, rock phenomenally Armed with honesty, doven wove in tapestry Of obscenity, eliminate the enemy Watch closely
What I?ve realized since is That it is a very painful process But it is not destructive It?s the world deliberation That what really happened in the '
Transmission Signals comin? through, okay Echo, echo one-nine Hear the call through fault lines Smoke signals, old rhymes Shorted lights in store signs
I see you sit and swallow pain For all of those who will not speak You raise your voice, you fill the stage Your eyes are wide You know the weakness
So much pain We don?t know how to be but angry Feel infected like we?ve got gangrene Please don?t let anybody try to change me Me, just me, in the middle
Somewhere between prayer and revolution Between Jesus and Huey P. Newton That?s where you find Jonny 5 shoot, shootin? Water guns at the audience while
Stand up, we shall not be moved Except by a child with no socks and shoes If you've got more to give then you've got to prove Put your hands up and I'
I know how to rip a mike different I grip it like so Tight like a kryptonite with a bike pole Sparks from my lips ignite liquid nitro No telling if it
There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw
Rival gangsters sit down To plan an after-school program A religious fanatic posts footage Of an interfaith service project A group of teenage boys watches
How come you have three guitars? 3, 2, 1, liftoff, jetpack, shoot into space Represent the dot till were blue in the face Fre-fre-fresher than tooth-
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars, no handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars, no handlebars Look at me, look
Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not Epitaph, airbrush with death White T's, wife beaters, button
[Don Cisco] Yeah Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang Tryin' to do my thang [Chorus: Don Cisco] With my momma up in heaven Hope I don't
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Enemy familiar friend My beginning and my end Knowing truth, whispering lies And it hurts again What I fear and what I try The words I say and what I
SUKARUMIRUYOONE! Hushururu Hushururu dokugasu huhaishuu makichirasu Zonbi Zonbi teshitawa mina doro doro Hashi kara tenraku bakkuattaku misebatoku niwa
A triumph of tragedy And all it claims from me As those years recede While lies are all I see Missed steps and misgivings Driven by frailty What you