Lyrics:
I cannot believe what is going on
With all the people of our land
I wish they had been not treated like
Mere tools and soldiers doomed to die
Why
Dog sits on the sidewalk while she’s running by the lake
Finding nooks to read her books
After crash landings that she takes
A bloody face,
(Yeah)
See I was tryna keep my cool
But a lot of niggas hating
So I keep the tool
I know they looking for me and I peep the fools
I'd be dammed if I let
of the world turned me to a grown up
I’m watching time go by like a meter man
Wishing I never had to grow up like Peter Pan
Cause now I live the life of a grown
pound
I'm Tyson a.k.a Icyin
Message for the record
I ain't sleepin for a second
So even if i make it theres tool under the pillow
I'm brought up, to the V
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey if they only knew mayne
Don't worry about who I am mayne
'Cause I ain't nothing but a tool for God's glory,
You know what I'm
cultivate, just give you the tools
Then watch it on TV
No one will stand and condemn
We'll keep it quiet because we're doing so good
But our future was sold
mouth
Perverted orgy of pathology
Preparing the tools of the trade
For a lesson in visceral surgery
Peel the skin from his pelvis
Rejectamenta & urine
you know (BO!!!)
Pull up a seat and mek me tek oonu back to school you know (BO!!!)
Di way you bubble mek me stiffen up mi tool you know (BO!!!)
This
to the weed to the spliffs and the blunts
Then it’s pills at the clubs
Now I’m a addicted to drugs and yo
Don’t be fooled by how cool it seems
Son you will
the subject
Make my bitch order my food 'cause I ain't tryna wait in public
Used to post up wit' that tool, I got tired of goin' to school
'Cause that
GOOD TIMES NOW
(Steve Brown)
You get to work by 6 , there's cars that need a fix
and ya don't know when you'll get home
Got a breakdown sweat
harassment
recurrent rape by the renegate soldiers
tormented with destroyed honor
abused and inseminated in front of all eyes
leave me alone
let me die
Exit out the cave wall with a tool and a mind
Suited for better times
How did the time just slip away
How do we even start to change
Just one life so
RUN
I'm gonna use every tool
Gonna cut my heart in two
And walk on by (survive)
Gotta bleed until I'm dry
No regrets, no alibi
I won't defy
Dirty
Don't get fooled by the way I look
I'm a man whose mind is an open book
But when costumes are rented
And actors presented
Mine is the face worth
make me mad
The more you try to make me good, the more that I'll do bad
So here I stand, locked by land, in a cabin in the woods
Cause a hatchet
Bullies news junkies once in a while just to feel safer
If you're mortified by the mortar fire on the news at five
There's more to buy Now run a diagnostic
the Big Star dream
Live with each other
So we tool
Down to Kansas City to sleep on a sofa
and we're cool
Temporarily cos we're from Minnesota
Later
gonna find clues
But instead I found I was overdue
For cleanin out a closet full of broken tools
Couldn't fix my life lookin at my shoes
I had to look up
real enough, they always bluffing
Always on go, so no I don't follow the rules
And no I'm not the shooter, he in the cut, holding the tool
They asking
can't be late
That's life, it's strange but I dig it
It's a brand-new normal, it's the way I find
To keep me busy as the days pass by
And it gives me
The fiend is nearing, cloaked by night, leading the men of Illnudemantar.
Aberrant offspring of the long-forgotten, breed of the unuttered, Vulva
The way they see, the way they feel
The land of sand, scenery unreal
Will never be the land of free
Their views are twisted by beliefs
Decepted
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