Grow homeless. Go on numbers, go on home. There's nothing to see except thrown at body of works. it before, and during, and after re-occuring. Happening for a reason, I regret, So I'll be sorry enough to earn back the respect. I'm a broken record, playing out a broken on shitty speakers. Man it sucks to be myself and to bite the lips. It to think they say I'm becoming something else. Yet I the same, And dirty, and and alone, And needing to acknowledge I need no approval. Here I am at square one who am I and who are they? Consuming all of my time, this hip-hop, But I'm to be a rapper. Why did I this place? I'm far away from and I have no home. Why did I come to this Far from home and I have no home.
So I sleep under and talk to myself in public places, I and twitch, and drive a 400 dollar car. I'm taking it on the road again, this I'm never coming back 'til I'm dead. another keg. Shake my leg broken. my name run it through the mud I still remain A beast, a mountain of moss all the stagnance. This stage is the saddest I've ever been. Let be a lesson, Let us be cheapened. not be the lesser, Let's beat around the bush my brain rots, and apples fall And everyone indulges and enjoys, and maybe of cancer. We all gotta go, it's all gotta go, and changed my mind again. I'm not go out like I should. For I'm so humbled, I no shame, many dignities, and an inability to simplify. So throw things, catch them, and hopefully in time you will to. Let me breath for you, you're up and afraid to show it. I'm a person, not a poet and it's wack to rhyme with show it, But see it's I can't change and I'm not finished. But I live in this so give that much to me. The to be in a space, A like my own air, Heir to no throne.
La la la song is not a message. Arrogant make me. Silent people me. Why can't anybody me in peace? Why Brothers, sisters, orphans, and dolphins. No one person is that special, we the short bus to oblivion, in a commune. It's a small we're standing, I wanna understand, I to lay down. The background moves so fast it's to see the faces of my loved ones. But voices I follow and somehow end back in the same place, 'Til stops. And nobodys there, and I'm walking the street mumbling over the sound of my footsteps echoing off; Looking for a place to lay my But home Nobody's home, excuse me sir, home.