Lyrics:
Transfixed by a distant chaos
Locked inside a violent womb
Brood into frenzy
I witness what's foredoomed
Amid seven in a subway car
Tearing
and old hillbilly standards
I'm a folksinger
Against conformity and war like the beatniks before me
Couch surfing night by night and playing
of western promise hold her by the throat
A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands
It's me and myself until the end
But you will be here too
You will be here to witness it
So save me from myself again
Cause you know I need you
You
witness one to many killings
I've seen the hardenst niggaz straight propped up
And a pound that's never ever been found so..
The judges said don't
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
playing a sweet melody
That gets me to sleep, oh yeah
I'm waking up floating in the void
Attracted by the unknown
Drifting away
But The cruise is nothing
Jimmy B. and Johnny Walker Red
Thought of raising my standard of living
'Cause you know it's never mattered to me
If I was sleeping it off in a Ford
the door.
And I don't even care any fucking more.
Witness this pair in accomplice.
Witness this pair; lethargic, unconscious.
No brows furrowed in
feel like you
The realest one to do it
Them dollas showin signs of my sickness
God is my witness
Turn a sucka to a star, misery to a mistress
Lord our
standards
By a lack of vision, by unbridled apathy
It’s an unyielding pandemic, with little information
We work for our ideals and the lack of education
For
are never satisfied with the static standards
set by the masses -- the masses have always been lethargic
They have always opposed greatness for it is
spread, He tends His sheep with His word as our Shepherd, to see us fed
As He bled there and died and He suffered for my pride
And all of His standards
Don’t make me see this
And leave me as witness
Of another life
The bottle put into the ground
Tell me what’s down there
At the bottom where rocks tear
true
Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, want to be just like you
So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim
Time after time the man's swept to the side
Painted by a tainted brush he left behind
You should have seen his eyes
And the pain inside
That hides
of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well
He
just to feed my seeds (yeah.)
I gotta stop this livin. I witness one too many killings. I don seen the hardest nigga street
Talk to the clown that
of town we on Memphis shit
Nigga he gon' witness it
I wild a nigga with a 45
Nigga better run for their lives
Why people actin' so surprised?
They been
Jesus was the man
Just like peter pan
Dreamt up by mankind
To rectify themselves
Keep them in their shells
To keep us all in line
I must admit faith
arpart
I have no faith in the standards set by this world
If you do this to them, what the fuck am I in for?
Knowledge above all
Universal downfall
It is but only We. Indifferent trinity.
Heed our words
Look upon the stars
By tomorrow's dawn
Witness the forthcoming of atrophied minds
We are a doomed race, doomed by our own ways
Forever imprisoned by intellect
We are the hive mind
What we
This is all about
Our aroganities
Then look up and watch
The angels are cries
Be a witness of our madness
Our madness
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