Note: I wrote this song for the clueless people in life that need a clue about the little things.
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Beat- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvujTiCCZME
(Intro- at 4 seconds)
Yeah
Anno Domini
Wreckless
Well I guess it's back to square one then
Fuck it
Let's not give this up yet, ok
(Chorus- Cryptic Wisdom)
(Verse 1)
Here we go again, chances down the drain just like a dinner meal
How does the winner feel? Fuck bad luck, this life's so bitter & real
You give someone everything, that they don't even deserve
& they won't even observe, how so this reasoning is cursed
I'm appeasing to the burbs, driving by it, waving good evening to the birds
Last night, a meeting w/ the church, racists bite like teething has occurred
I've told myself before, don't ever bite the hand that feeds you
or fight the man that keeps you, safe, understand & I'll teach youths
about hate, & how almost every charity's a scam
It's embarrassing, but damn, how the parody has advanced
What's the world come to, when gas is nearly an Abe Dollar ($5)
Stay in school, get pay, scholars, & be leaders, not A follower
Never talk unless you back up what you say in a thesis
I'm praying for peace, but still slaying the beats
& one last thing, respect life, & you shall reap what you sow
Otherwise, you'll be knee deep in a hole......pleading for dough
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
What did I tell you? You should of listened, keep your ears open cause
Sometimes people are slow, but they eventually trust you, & open up
Pissed at life, broken stuff, got to focus, what
the fuck is this guy smoking over here, a fucking line of coke w/ blunts?
Weed can clear the mind for some, but stay away from the hard drugs
& stay away from the bar thugs, even if you have no money & your car sucks
Told myself, don't believe what people say, I'll find the truth on my own
Excuse me, I'm grown, life's unpretty, but in a suite & a bow (tie)
Done w/ ex-girlies, loved the sex early, on, but that's surely
a hex, 'cause at best? On to the next, I'll save that for the next story
I won't give in, conform, or confirm, & getting shit in return
or shit on, & burnt, depressed lately- even my writtens are concerned
Wishing for pot of gold, or a lot of hoes from rock & roll
Let me say: Life is like a pickup game, gotta make your shots to go
Bags are packed- & I packed a mag, to shoot all of my concerns down
Wreck you must of learned now, yes, all my worries are buried in ground
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Hoping for a stroke of luck here, or a heart-attack break
Lately I can't seem to keep my act straight, yeah I'm that crazed
& like Harry Kalas, I'm ready for a long-drive in life
Always got time for the mic, never watered down, I'm alongside the ice
Gotta keep the past paved, & the wit sharp like cutting grass' blades
& if you need guidance to find your purpose, please feel free to ask me
The mind's a worthless, thing to waste when you don't put your mind into it
You have no spine, when you get behind, a ruthless line of douches
Pass the wisdom along, like you're somewhat of a cryptic
Fuck it, I'm done w/ the physics, the guns & logistics
No fun when you missed it, the carnival free ride in life
So now you feel deprived, & suicid-al, & just wanna die tonight
Sometimes it's a crap shoot, but people may ask you
if they have to, pick on a innocent person, just to have something to laugh to
No hard working person deserves it, so make your pay & you'll earn it
& give away to the churches, I'm done for today, so good service
(Chorus to end)