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    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 (shit...)
    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 fucking 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-shirts, 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 shitty 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

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