Pertrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks)

I walk on decrepit bricks

And kick sticks and rusty soda cans

Simply for lack of better stimulation

Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons

So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations

(Thank you)

That's my pre-gratitude

Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude

No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen

They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (*******t...)

I'm really mommy's little angel,

But that angel on my shoulder got strangled

For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day

And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the ******* song play)

I'm on my way to the store,

Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds

With a stack of rolled pennies

I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty,

But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty...

Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest

I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress,

Twice (yeah right)

I learned my lesson the first time

I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel

Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes

With seven shades and twenty tones

Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them

Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium

And results of my children

We share the same genes,

Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.

Like whoa [x3]

Whoa [x7]

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign

Just to turn around and walk back

That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking

...like... 'thank god for walkmans'

I'm only yawning cause these simply minded

Mortals make me sleepy

So what do I do? I resort to TV

In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself

With lackluster images

And insignificant information like 'Willis was really Ty Bridges'

Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,

And for lack of better stimulation

I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families

With gloomy faces rockin

'Don't Worry, Be Happy' t-*******rts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?

You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it

The basic essentials of a very bitter young man

That kicks rusty soda cans

And walks on decrepit bricks

With a permanent pair of headphones

Trying to make these lectures stick

I'll let the protestors picket,

Like they are going to make a difference

And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on *******tty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack

Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose

My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,

Plus I failed my civil service exam,

They said I cheated.

:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader

More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson

Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)

I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)

So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence

I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine