Negative
Bluelighter
another fledgling track . . .
Everyday I wake up and keep lyin to myself
Thinking that I'm gonna make a whole lot of wealth
Talkin loud but ain't doin nothin
nothin but sniffin and puffin, but drinkin and huffin
Never polishin tracks, never sendin out demos
yet all day I'm dreamin of ridin around in limos
My mind wishes my body wasn't so lazy
but it just doesn't respond and its drivin me crazy
Wake up everyday, lookin shabby
never exercisin so I'm startin to get flabby
My tracks are the hotness, if only you could hear em
My samples the most cres, if only I could clear em
I'm poor but still find the money for dope
Thinkin bout endin it all with my neck in a rope
Its dark, I can't see, but still grope
hopin to find the light at the end of the scope . . .
. . . but in the midst of it all, it seems like I always knew that I'd fall
I'm bruised and battered, my heads below the surface
and I can't swim--please tell me this isn't my only purpose
Storm clouds on the horizon, darkness falls
I feel trapped by a room and four walls
No one calls because nobody answers
interaction equals humanity's cancer
I'm not here, you know I never was
Nothing matters now, you know it never does
The cycle of life is ever static
Nothing happens by chance, it's all automatic
Erratic--A word to me with no meaning
Everything is volatile, at least thats how its seeming
but
Gleaming through the break in the clouds is the sun
Trying to shed some light and make none become one
But even as the clouds break, the sun goes down
and everything is black as night all around
There seems to be no escaping from the bleak
the only thing that's truly inherited by the meek
. . . and in the midst of it all, it seems like I always knew that I'd fall
I'm bruised and battered, my heads below the surface
and I can't swim--I fear this is my only purpose
Everyday I wake up and keep lyin to myself
Thinking that I'm gonna make a whole lot of wealth
Talkin loud but ain't doin nothin
nothin but sniffin and puffin, but drinkin and huffin
Never polishin tracks, never sendin out demos
yet all day I'm dreamin of ridin around in limos
My mind wishes my body wasn't so lazy
but it just doesn't respond and its drivin me crazy
Wake up everyday, lookin shabby
never exercisin so I'm startin to get flabby
My tracks are the hotness, if only you could hear em
My samples the most cres, if only I could clear em
I'm poor but still find the money for dope
Thinkin bout endin it all with my neck in a rope
Its dark, I can't see, but still grope
hopin to find the light at the end of the scope . . .
. . . but in the midst of it all, it seems like I always knew that I'd fall
I'm bruised and battered, my heads below the surface
and I can't swim--please tell me this isn't my only purpose
Storm clouds on the horizon, darkness falls
I feel trapped by a room and four walls
No one calls because nobody answers
interaction equals humanity's cancer
I'm not here, you know I never was
Nothing matters now, you know it never does
The cycle of life is ever static
Nothing happens by chance, it's all automatic
Erratic--A word to me with no meaning
Everything is volatile, at least thats how its seeming
but
Gleaming through the break in the clouds is the sun
Trying to shed some light and make none become one
But even as the clouds break, the sun goes down
and everything is black as night all around
There seems to be no escaping from the bleak
the only thing that's truly inherited by the meek
. . . and in the midst of it all, it seems like I always knew that I'd fall
I'm bruised and battered, my heads below the surface
and I can't swim--I fear this is my only purpose
