The Art of Dying
Goretex
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[Goretex] Life's riddles are strange, I'm sick of the days/daze the art of dyin' to symbolize change, witness the pain Blocks of free cheese, Becky sold her crib for coke Slept with the baby and crushed her ribs in the middle of smoke Close encounters, pedophiles in schools posing as janitors Backgrouns checks where they collected the death tolls from Canada Acura shootouts under my windows filled with passengers Throwbacks splattered with brains, zip them up with no bandages Anybody gets it, somebody wetted JMJ No respect for his craft, shot in his face, laughed and they ran away Too many massacres, too many babies pass away I'm only blastin' to comfort you humans in the last days [Chorus] We turn the page, the inner self, it's the art of dying The book of change blood, we never stopped climbin' Time be movin' too fast, it's just the art of dying Police sirens, no food in the fridge, mama's cryin' We turn the page, the inner self, it's the art of dying The book of change blood, we never stopped climbin' Time be movin' too fast, it's just the art of dying Police sirens, survivin' this life, mama's dyin' [Goretex] I asked God if I'm redeemed at all for things I seen and did As a kid I grew up foul with bitterness from being poor Beat up Puma's and pants, didn't understand Fightin' with mom, the pizza place don't take food stamps I'm losin' my grip, everybody's pops was strict My uncle was cool till the cancer devoured his dick I never looked back, I buried more souls than I knew Eulogies so familiar to me, tears and the stench of glue Predict apocalypse, cynic visions of two Mini images of towns fallin' and women consumed These killers have proved it boils down to oil and food Another newscast hovers the clouds to poison the mood [Chorus] [Goretex] Prescriptions we don't need, religion we don't feed Get the Henny out, sellin up V's and smokin' trees Stay tanked up, double shanks up, spiritually bankrupt Walk through Canarsie like Big bangin', gettin' my gangs up These little hoes sellin' checks for stoges Tradin' ya diapers for dutches, benefits for clothes Hockin' freebies, she rockin' on socks stinkin' of feces Video bitches, easy to pop, most are disease freaks Shorty with five seeds and three in her face Whilin out, smokin' krills up, puffin' up in the baby's face Get him some Ritalin, quick, he turns killer when He starts illin', never got love, never to live again Who break the cycle, his life is only to kill again Once innocent but the hatred's turnin' on him again [Chorus]
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Written by: JOSEPH DUPLANTIER, MARIO DUPLANTIER
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