Headaches and Woes

Intro: oh man i got a splittin' headache and my heart is broken up into a thousand tiny little microscopic pieces Chorus: i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many people knows that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it and i guess i got no choice but to be a poet Verse One: now in my natural habitat i gravitate towards having that and i elevate on having that and i'll never get caught in your rabbit trap from Yellowstone to Venezuela Nigeria down through Australia there's somethin i learned that i gotta tell ya there's a whole lot of us ain't wrapped too tight now i could been your doctor or your lawyer or come to your house and clean up for ya self destruction won't destroy ya if you got somebody that's lookin out for ya men are murdered women raped people gettin beat on videotape and people elsewhere tryin to escape just to come to America to lick the plate helicopters scope the land hell is here so i hope you 'stand hip-hop culture is African and rappers like me gon' rule the earth Chorus Verse One: now everyday i manifest and i generate and smoke cannabis and i penetrate and i innovate and i demonstrate from Los Angeles from Amsterdam to the Northern border Panama Spain to Atlanta Georgia somethin' i learned that i haven't told ya brothers like me don't live too long now i know you know it ain't who you know but do you know you see cause you could go just like any Joe and that's for sho' true so if you're straight and you're narrow and the snake's in the barrel and the serpent is under the rainbow and you're head over heels instead of the reals then you're bound to be tangled cause brothers are singin' and dancin' and rappin' like they was a vaudeville act but knowledge is wealth and you gotta know self and you gotta know God's still black cause every so often i sit and i wonder why i even trip at all cause half are down when i get down the other half want to see me fall waitin around all heaven bound and you seen that your L-7's round and when the sky falls to the ground and you found that the only way up is down don't give me no additives no sedatives or preservatives or repetitive rhetoric you give just let it live yet my head is poundin' i'm dealin' with this load on my mind i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes man i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many peoples knows man that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it and i guess i got no choice but to be a i got no choice but to be i guess i got no choice but to be a poet i guess i got no choice but to be a prophet i guess i got no choice but to be a griot a gangster a athlete a bum a nobody a criminal a convict a black man a MC a MC a MC Chorus Verse Three: mmmhmmm you know that's right that's why people got to get their high so they can get high they blast and they passed the pipe to get high just like a Jedi never said i would i even if i could i didn't do it but i just rather get a little shut eye so i sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter cause ya never know when the man is gonna drop that big one oh pelting, people burning melting alarm the farmers armageddon karma psychic readings greetings earthlings i'm from mars got two more planets to go and then i'm on my way to the stars oh no there i go through the ozone layer hole where the men are the men and they mean it down where the wind don't blow where the indo grow in the snow and everybody po'