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As we start trudgin', me and my brothers, we be lookin' and be buggin'
Vehicles of life, they be rollin' and be mergin'
Searchin' for the virgins
couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
can't get no relief

Ah, these businessmen, they all, they drink our wine
And the plowman, well, he dig my earth
And you know that ah none of them along
been driven off a cliff
My career like a non-stop graveyard shift

I sift through the ashes in search of surviviors
Digging up the Earth filling urns
Until the heart explodes
It'll make this place ignite
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just
A case of flash
together they said
"You who have arms to wrestle
And you who have wars to fight
And you who have chips on your shoulders
Must now line up and stand to my
Called a brave nigga 
Fuckin with a made nigga 
M.O.B. gun fire 
Gettin sprayed quicker 
Fuck em all let em understand 
My plot to get richer 
Much
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
came since 1840 main! 
Objective being selective on Earth's precious metals 
Stealing newborns out the ghetto, who knew? 
People thought it was
[Sole]
Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away

Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
my people
My music bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Calle de la boca, my baby
I got the CNN
We on-line
TV & me we kin
My click is the mandelbrot set
My crops lie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt
Circle perfect, bring
can shield, it stays unhealed,
Safe in our stillness,
At last we see him rise from out the earth.

I set the silhouette that leaves me scarred,
Lost my
the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire
out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire
and bottles and chips 
And tomorrow then sold to the highest nigga. 
I swing to the tallest tree, 
Lynched by the lowest branches of me

Praying that my
out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire
of the contraband for my private stash.
Survived a crash, stab wounds and gunfire,
Some liar with one prior. 
King of rock, there's none higher.
One, two, three
to west coastin 
Overseas blowin with lines tightly woven 
Still goin full speed, pullin g's 
Tryin to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed 
I excel,
mothafuckas hurtin' 
Niggas never no bluffin' 
No perv'in 
Lil Lay the great 
Runnin' this earth 
I'm ready to serve ya right 
Nigga done paid my dues 
And took
out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire
out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire
the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother