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I've tried writing this letter now |
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Several times before |
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When the party's over and the liquor is no more |
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I tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore |
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And following their rules is such a God forsaken bore |
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Now I say god because I'm program but I believe in none |
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I see no interventions and I see no holy sons |
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And if I'm wrong then strike me down and break these breathing lungs |
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Just take the words reverse them back upon my evil tongue |
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I've seen children harm each other like it's second nature |
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Some just want to watch the world burn |
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Bang upon the drums |
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And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on |
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Cuz chaos has a melody and death is like a song |
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I sing, sing out to the rafters I sing |
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Close this little chapter and I think |
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This life is a disaster and it stings |
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I'm trying to find a way to just sing |
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Sing out to the rafters I sing |
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Close this little chapter and I think |
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This life is a disaster and it stings |
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You seem him trying to find a way out |
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What a world x2 |
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I'm hanging up the noose now |
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Waiting for the end |
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What a world x2 |
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I'm hanging up the noose now |
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Waiting for the end |
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I went to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton |
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And the cause of the missing limbs it meaned that it's no love like Wimbledon |
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When they sat before me young as hell |
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Look at me accolades like gentlemen |
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I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability |
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To walk and to touch |
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No way of rekindlin' |
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What is now gone |
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Unless they got money like Forest and Lieutenant Dan |
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The war |
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If you in a dam |
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They have no remorse and that any minute bam |
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That's fucked off |
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While we chillin' on tour on the bus getting sucked off |
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Know a families greaving |
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Because war is receding |
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Their peeps and they crying their butts off |
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That's why I get so much |
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When I flow bust |
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While we got it so good |
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Cuz it's so rough |
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But the young soldiers who do exactly what they are told to do |
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Damn |
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Do exactly what they told to do |
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Defend their country and uphold the crew |
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But give my one and only soul for you |
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That's a hell of a job description |
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I don't know if my gods with this one |
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But I guess its the laws of sickman |
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Sending out youngins and they fall the victims |
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Of an evil klans plan |
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That's why I be saying "Dwam" |
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Cuz on 9/11 I realized our fate is in another mans hands |
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What a world x2 |
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I'm hanging up the noose now |
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Waiting for the end |
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What a world x2 |
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I'm hanging up the noose now |
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Waiting for the end |
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When I see how my love ones had left |
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I wonder how long I would fight |
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I wonder if I would give in |
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And let the reaper lead me into night |
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See I got to much pride left |
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Like my grandma that died to early |
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Reaching for moments |
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More but instead the cancer in her lungs took her from me |
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We drift |
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Naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas |
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That's why this moments precious yet I'm to distant to feel it complete |
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See these days I feel so disconnected |
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It gets harder to drop to my knees |
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I guess that's a side effect of living in generation x-y-z |
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Obsessed with pain and greave |
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Man I wished we were both kids again |
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Things were simpler than 90's incident got me loosing friends to the hands |
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Of violent men |
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Fast |
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Faster then speeding bullets |
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Whizzing down alley ways |
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So bubbly I'm waking up from this haze |
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But only to realize the world hasn't changed |
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Suddenly I'm not even fazed |
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Y'all think it's the way we been raised |
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Fuck it |
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I'm sick and right back in this haze |
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Cause this can turn out to be my last of days |
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With a hope and a prayer |
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Put a rope in the air |
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But I'm just too scared |
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Choking from the pressure |
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While I rock this chair |
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Swing back and forth and tempt death with a blank stare |
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What a world x2 |
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I'm hanging up the noose now |
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Waiting for the end |
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What a world x2 |
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I'm hanging up the noose now |
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Waiting for the end |