The List

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams of tar. It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car. It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain. It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain. It's women, it's the plight for power it's government. It's the way your given knowledge slow with thought control and subtle hints. It's rubbing it, itching it, It's applying cream. It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams. It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana. It's the embarassment, displacement, It's where I wander. It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos. It's game shows, its cheap liquor,blunts, its bumper stickers with rainbows. It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils. It's the monitor, the soundman, it's the motherfucking mic levels. It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, mommy's pill. Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs. It's bloods, cripts, fives, six, It's stick up kids, It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks. It's the east coast, no it's the west coast. It's public schools, it's asbestos. It's metholated, It's techno. It's sleep, life, and death. It's speed, coke, and meth. It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath. It stretches for as far as the eye can see. It's reality, fuck it , it's everything but me.

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on

It's in the water, it's in the air, it's in the meat. It's indirect, indiscrete, it's inconsistent, incomplete. It's in the streets, every city everywhere you go. In every man it's the insanity, the fantasys, the casualties. It's the health care system, it's welfare victims. It's assault weapons, it's television religion, and it's false lessons. It's cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks. It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit. It's wondering, if you get to eat, it's the heat, It's the winter, the weather. It's herpes, and it's forever. It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong. It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom. It's that need to speek long, It's the hunger for attention. It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It's prevention, It's the first solution. It's loose its out for retribution, it's mental pollution, and public execution. It's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards. It's the part time job that governs what you can afford. It's the fear, It's the fake. It's clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of the snake. It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denominations. It's hourly wages for your professional observations. It's on your face and it's in your eyes everything you be. cuz it ain't me mother fucker, cuz it ain't me.

On and on and on and on
the list goes on and on and on and on
the list goes on and on and on and on

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