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 leave 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,
temptress,
twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing
Jordan 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)
whao (x7)
Chorus: 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 because
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 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
Chorus:
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 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? 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
Chorus: 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
