Lyrics:
(Intro Poem “Melvo G”)
Traumatized by what we visualize
It’s genocide
They gentrify
In fear of what a happen if we synthesize
Can’t Hypothesize when
If only Dr. King was right
If only these bigots didn't darken the night
With their lack of foresight
Only trying to fight for short-term gains
But
they don’t care but when it comes close to home they show their true colors.
They certainly fall short of having courage.
In fact those politicians are
I dont know where I'm going but I think its insane
The tears fall and wash the ink away from my page
I have to keep one lit just to deal with
the drawer then
Cause I ain't comin' home, I don't need that attention, see
I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I
by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
I'm the geek in the pink, pink, pink
I'm the geek in the pink, yeah
all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm
up a swig of truth
The sun sets as I sip a few, the sky turns a different hue
Farther from the color blue
The night time has arrived, I recline for
Listen there's another way we can find our way home
Far away from the struggle and the pain there's a way home From the corner on the block in night
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In
what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because it's my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
bunnin' on a reefer
They never got the memo that a fellow from the south spitting ether
So either they're deaf or they're dumb
If neither they're mocking
purpose in this puzzle
His quill fish for some sort of sure
I can't afford the Yellowfin in this war
So, I mull away and absorb like a sponge
Phoning home
purpose in this puzzle
His quill fish for some sort of sure
I can't afford the Yellowfin in this war
So, I mull away and absorb like a sponge
Phoning home
coming
My good ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
My good ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
My good ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
On that train from
reflected prison
And I know
I was far away from home
I was distant you brought me close
You eased my mind and helped me find the signs
To guide my way back
preposterous
Youre quit like the opposite of a doctor that I like because
Youre killing everybody right there on sight
Any second could leave you blinded by
McAlester Pen
On a charge called homicide
A charge called homicide
That truck rolled away in a cloud of dust
Tommy turned his face toward home
He met
Home
Let me tell you what it feels like
Feels like home
Let me tell you what it feels like
Feels like home
Feels like
Feels like I'm too short
Not
Yeah, Colton, he turned eight years old, three very short long weeks ago
And just how long he'll be around, the doctors, they don't even know
in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murder in the Rue Morgue
Am I ever gonna be free?
And now I've gotta get away from the arms
McAlester Pen
On a charge called homicide,
A charge called homicide."
That truck rolled away in a cloud of dust;
Tommy turned his face toward home.
He met
Everything's fine, yeah
I see that trouble comes your way
And it feels like everyday
You pray for betters days
Cause your night will go astray
And away from
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Am I ever gonna be free?
And now I've gotta get away from the arms
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