Spill psychedelic

I'm crawling through the years swept away I cannot bare --I cannot bare --I cannot steer... to the right path. ---There's a hole in my head --I begin to laugh -- the world is an oyster cuzz I have crabs -- its a psychedelic dream Oppenheimer's Blast Shiva's eyes turn black the statue turns to hash ---the light bulb's made of milk and glass --- my legs are synthetic --I pulled them from the trash. I like this world It's so abstract --- look at the way I dress --you'd swear I was on crack. This is hobo hip hop. Tick tock is the sound of a clock --Click clack is the sound of my glock, my words are like bullets that can't be stopped. --My dad says my hair's too long, I gotta get it chopped. -- I wish I had some crops, -- crops to burn burn like Coltrane -- everyone's a slave but can't see the chains. change the sheets--- blind American sheeps say yes to B.P.'s spill on the beach ---CUZZ YA so mindless And outta Reach. -- the Democratic Republic is being leached -- teachers can't teach -- preachers can't preach -- they are in it for the Paychecks once a week -- and paid vacations guaranteed, and you wonder why little Jimmy can't read, and the national debt he's sworn to keep, and vaccines for free, so roll your sleeve for a shot of morphine and count to 3, it's the American dream -- so Return to sleep, CUZZ the mindless cattle never weep.