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You ever notice how your life is rollin by you, it isn’twhat it seems,
I wrote this down so you know that I knew this is just adream,
It’s the fictitious stuff you see as voyeurs, the sametricks that makes us believe in lawyers,
They sell the same lies to the girls and boys for your wholelife telling you that the worlds your oyster,
If that’s the case, im allergic to seafood castaway andthat’s what theyre serving to feed you,
So your covered in goiters you love and enjoy us through thewaistline in eight days time you see through,
Whose to say itll improve today you can lose some weight butyou didn’t want to lose your way,
And life is one of those books where you choose your fate soyou can hang yourself but I bet the noose will break,
Hey I guess you gotta try and laugh at it, becausemathematically its half tragic and half habit dagnabit,
Who woulda ever thought I woulda got the short straw out oflife if I grabbed at it,
Im on a path padded down by soft feet feeling like the lastcat in town, what dogs eat,
King of the fools on a short leash, I used to laugh at theclowns who had all the crown before me,
Well now im chuckling at my own expense it doesn’t cost methe bucks that Ive been known to spend on what a simple cup of coffee and donutcan, its like save the children but for grown up men, friends
Im in a zen place sporting a gents face throwing my chump,im over the hump like wendsdays
I don’t go for most of the junk my friends say, I let itroll over my cold shoulder like bengay
That’s the best way to treat disaster because if you letregrets stay it eats you faster then your breastplate shakes when you breathwith asthma death may take you to grain and pastures
I need a pastor, a priest or rabbi, and im shamed to askeach if hes the bad guy to blame for the fact that I lead a sad life ashamed topack up and leave my campsite
You got to find a way to laugh right? When im practicallypissing my pants over this damn ride and I don’t wanna end up missing thechance for me to grab my slice from the dishing in advance
Man I spend a lot of time listening to cants, instead ofopening the lid on the cans, If I put half my time spent on bitching and rantsin a plan I could slid from the trance
But I guess this is the dance of life I lead, my lawn is ina grass of thigh-high weeds. My wife lives with my man besides my streets, so Isee her kissing again every time I leave
And im just trying to find my speed, fucking jiminy cricketsI got another cop giving me tickets.
What would my life be if it didn’t seem wicked, even mylandlord said shed love to get me evicted.
That’s cold, Id expect a mother to stick with her ownstruggling nitwit son whose a misfit, asshole but nothing convicts it id put mytrust in lady luck if she wasn’t sadistic,
But ive had so little success im elated at the prospect ofrest of being cremated and right now im thinking of putting this mic downbecause being dead is even better than being hated,
This aint quite how I was picturing my career theyresticking it in my rear these are not my terms but I figured im in the clearsince they’ve got me burned until the funeral director went and dropped my urn,
Well, I guess you gotta learn to laugh at it, when you’rethe burner of your own joke it seem as tragic,
Take it from someone who knows folks, lyrics in a mathematicpattern for outrunning your own woes,
Well so goes your roll at the zoo but its still isnt what itseems that’s why I wrote this down so you knew, this is just a dream.
- misery loves comedy, louis logicEndFragment
your just mad cuz i got my dick sucked, and my balls licked.
notorious big, going back to calli
that was mine as well.
also someone posted it so its in there, when the president talks to god
No homo my flow is harder than an erection, thats why i fuck the world with protection
anything by Lupe Fiasco = lyrical genius
biggie was an amazing poet too.
who doesnt like robert nesta? classic.
3 R's by jack johnson pretty much describes me