its in side of me
society
its a barren waste land
blind leaders of the blind yet will fall into a great ditch
fallen creatures with the double features
infinite
howling bastards that call for a disaster
never to prepare for the great here after
be all you can be through the seasons
there must be a reason
master of a plan you sought a plan
inside of my brain shooting for fame
tatoos got bad news you sing the blues
to the father son & holy spirit
cling to what comes near it

learn from your mistakes
some call it fate
got drama like Ghandi kind of fond of me
so I might offend you cause I'm a sinner
just don't call me late for dinner
will be waiting at the gate
dogs os society
you fond of me
we both can disagree
lazy diamonds, studdy flunkies & disater
I used to have dreams
now its falling apart at the seams

voices with choices
I'm not a dish rag you can clean to get the shit out
become a man when you can hold your own
society
something that blinds me
yet its deep inside of me
I'm not the gold watch, car & yacht
this homeboy does think a lot