Atmosphere Album

[Slug]
(whispered)
"I'm not really supposed to talk about this.....but..."

With the excitment of a new born
Came to join the main event and fight against the luke warm
With nothing but they word and they history
Take a can of paint and try to decorate they dignity
It's not what they anticipate
But, fuck, it doesn't matter. Put your fists up and instigate
And they can't save the planet
Or the children of the bandits
Or themselves god damn it
I'm just a man that loved rap
So much in fact
I put every piece of myself inside these fucking cracks
What is that, you whisper something from the back?
You think your personal attacks
Make up for what you lack?
I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap
To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap
LyricsSorting through bills, fan mail and life threats
Wonderin why the postman ain't delivered my wife yet
They call me Sean, this is Anthony
No need to act hard cause we got extended family
So I smile while I try to use my words wise
Say what I meant just in case this is your first time
Via child of the wings tired
Smilin' like a couple of fools that the queen hired
Can't wait for the vibrate to thicken
So we can watch the world tip side. WAIT!
Even the deads gettin live
It's a little deeper, you can float, come on baby dive!
To fall in love with this bitch
From the petals on her flowers to the pimples on her tits
Fuck the insults. And fuck the compliments
Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and the common sense
Stop followin the win that you swallow
Cause it's too simple to aim for a target sittin on a fence
We do it for the candle in the sky
Here's a toast to those who can't handle their high
You and I, we can swim into the tide
And watch these other children lose they mind
(I'm growing tired!)
And they landed safe and sound
Better try to take 'em out before they make their saviors proud
So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep
Either spit your speak or sit there and git your teeth
To spread the info to the kin folk
Fuckin with the climate on the inside of the windows
They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther
Make a mark and break apart your fake martyrs
Plans act firm (?), let the planet burn
Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of worms
I'm tryin to keep the prize on the eyeball
But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky fall
Who's to blame for your lack of conviction
I wasn't drafted, I asked for the mission
Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty line
And hope in plain sight what ever gave you the right to question mine?
The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap politics
You can put that on your last dollar
Wake up, it's bigger than a paste of
There's the door, get the money, go wash off your make-up

*Muffled*
And they don't need to love it
If you don't wanna give it, keep it
Doesn't really mean nothin'
Come and beat it 'til it stops breathin'
No need to even try to reason
When they not leavin'

Little momma got a little pill to swallow
A little water to follow it down the tunnel
Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow
Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel
Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack?
You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to react
You battle with your shadow from front to back
Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that
Hold your head up. I know your fed up
But don't let it get up to the top of them steps love
Instead of playin' with the pieces that got messed up
get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz
Self-medicated, spirit on elevated
Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it
And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked
but the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it?
And if the dizzy don't kill you, the city will
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill
Little tricky get busy of a fifty bill
So take the little pill straight to your pretty grill

Lyrics(Chorus)
Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack. (x8)

So what you drinking? So what you popping?
So what you eating? So what you dropping?
So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?
So how you coping? So what's the difference?

Contagious, it runs like the paint does
Sedate the sober and over anxious
The pages of pain that make the songs on the playlist
The renegade rain that jumped just to flood the bassment
Look honey everbody needs a help-up buddy
No body's drug-free, the streets would be hella bloody
Do you call yourself a patient of a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes your money
All smile like we're gonna go buck wild
Order up a shot, prescription filled up now
Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush while
we fight all night about what to name the love child
I'm on that go nuts life that got that gold touch
Fresh fly wild bold what like the cold crush
No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush
made up of hearts Queen high off the faux-blush
Freak outs, leak out, and bleed out, and speak out
and reroute and seak out the weak crowd
And we doubt, but when I see it keep out
the beast I'll believe for now, it's all "peace, I gotta be out."

(Chorus)
Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack. (x8)

(Sound clips of advertisements and quotes over beat to create nervous, panicky feeling)

One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all...
It goes watch out!

Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
Instead I got an army full of women screaming Headshots!
I guess that explains it, don't it
She started to make a mark but it came apart
That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter
Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter
What the fuck you thinkin'!?
You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week?
Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Whoever put your record out must have needed write-offs
Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?
Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod

Lyrics[Chorus]
Watch out!
When the crowd gets loud
It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down
Watch out!
When you open up your mouth
I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about
(It goes) Watch out!
We all love a clown
But we don't wanna se you climb up out the underground
Watch out!
If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town

Cars drive by with the booming system
I must be getting old cause the bass sounds ridiculous
And nowadays, every body's biting Tupac
So fuck it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk
Besides police, I've got no beef
Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth
A cargo van and some Ant beets
Enough rap to slap you to last week
Caught between the vice and the advice
Drunk, walking out in traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick
Like you did as a teenage slut trick
And with a mat on his grill, he asks "Who the fuck are you?"
Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too

[Chorus]

Look, I understand your hate
When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J
Then he started making records for the girls and shit
So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away
I stole moves from KRS-One
A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run
And then we took our life and made it a song
And look, nowadays Rhymesayers is on
It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N
He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?
For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?
I got at least one more tool with me
So criticize me, or idolize me
Study from a distance or stand right beside me
It don't matter, just act like I know
And watch your back on the beat
Or get sacked at the free-throw

[Chorus]

Do you want a plight?
Well you don't have a choice
Stand up alive
Cause the music hasn't die yet
[Repeat 3X]

Suzy was a psycho, but she looked good
Little ball of fire, light it up and cook wood
She knew the power of what she had to offer
Pieces of a puzzle, personality, and posture
When it's probably done, it seems spun
As long as you're not (???)
Bar fly looking for a fall guy
Taking on all types
From big baller to the small fry
Get what you want out of life
But every night now the same thought arise (babe you got a light?)
Still as lonely as the number one
Cause you only love someone
So you have someone to run from
Run, run, put your back into it Sue
LyricsAlways wonder what it would be like to try to rap to you
We gotta show Suzy love
Ain't no way anyone's gonna stop before the music does

[Chorus 4X]

Bobby was a genius, and he would prove it
His favorite move is to make you look stupid
He knows the answer, nobody puts their hands up
When he starts talking everybody (shut up)
Bobby didn't have friends, not real ones
Just a bunch of light minded self righteous pilgrims
And they all treated Bob like the big cheese
Knowing damn well they all thought he was a "bitch please"
Blows his own horn, slaps his own bass
While everyone waits for him to fall on his face
And while he's down, someone will take his place
If the suit isn't trump even seven beats an ace
Look at Bobby, he doesn't even know
You're supposed to set a new one after you achieve a goal
Accomplishments are just excuses to talk and spit
When you music stops, who will have a spot to sit?

[Chorus 4X]

Bring me the head of whoever said "play fair"
I want to sit in my chair and wear a blank stare
Fuck being king of the hill
When the music dies you'll be the first one the villagers kill
Walk in circles, dizzy up the movement
Talk in circles, the underground's polluted
Lots of circles, you wonderin' where you fit
Stop the cirlces!

(Over beat boxing)
Oh Oh Oh yea, Oh Oh Oh yea
Well you don't have a choice
Oh Oh Oh yea
Stand up alive
Oh Oh Oh yea
Well you don't have a choice
Stand up...

[Chorus 4X]

Watcha gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass?
Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked ass?
She still makes time to hate me
but basically I'm overbooked no emotional vacancy
Complacency seems so simple
Like fuck it let me be the one you fight and call mister right
It's and addiction bound to stick around
cause a junky won't bounce 'till he hits the ground (get down)
And these drugs ain't as good as we wish they were (get up)
and this buzz doesn't keep us from missin' her (get over)
And that love that built all of this emphasis
spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus (get out)
It's easier to leave it there
Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear
I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor
outta here maybe next year I'll reappear

[Chorus]
I say hey there, we don't play fair
we can't stay here, I hope you take care {4X}

LyricsSometimes you make me feel like such a prick
That even I'm convinced that I'm the one thats sick
You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrist
or you can choke on that blood from the tounge you've bit
And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back
I've got a fucking fan base that can attest to that
I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
cause I want no motherfuckin' part of it
We're just two dogs on all fours
It's a tug of war for who loves you more
Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors
or maybe it's 'cause my voice was louder than yours (what? You jealous?)
And I'll be damned if I do this for forever
Everybody lookin' at me like I don't know better
Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her
cause I've always been a go-getter (so whatever)

[Chorus]

And now I got a head full of better off dead
I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed
If I had a breath of self-respect left
I'd set fire to the boxspring to help it catch wreck
Let these ashes represent the mattress
Director left the set but nobody told the actress
So she's still actin' as if we scheduled a practice
and my soundtrack is compromisin' her theatrics
You, you remind me of me, it's not a compliment
Get your song on
You, who you tryin' to be?
I've got no tolerance left for drama
You, you would like to go free, jump off the fence let your claws out
You, you remind me of me, run from all of them 'til they all gone
Then, here we go again, with my threats to leave
Like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe
Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe
that I'm incapable of escapin' and settin' you free
Well I'mma open up that map and see the nation
Call it vocation
Call it a vacation
You can find me at the airport waitin'
or maybe I'll be chain smokin' down at the train station
With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack
Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back
Get my last paycheck, smash and make steps
Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tapedeck (peace)

[Chorus] - 2X

You can't imagine how much fun we're having

[Slug]
Stop it there without a care to what you've got to fear
Keep it all betwen your beer and your hockey hair
A lot of weird people traits and ticks
From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss
You know this town aint cool as it used to be
When the lion, tigers and bears'd stare at your jewelry
Thruthfully I'm content with how the day moves
Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes
And one-time with them flashin things, they still
There to turn the drama into action scenes
I'm renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line
Follow if you wanna, we'll return around dinner time
Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette
MY mack learned to never ignore the petty gibberish
I walk the clay cocky like MR. Know-It-Also
Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle
Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth
Just to show you his pale horse
LyricsOf course the ones that love him hate him most
Heard broken aint nothin man, she look like she ate a ghost
Make a toast to the butterknife, fuck it right
Wonder when my butterfly is gonna kep her flutter tight
I get way lonely when I'm on the j-o-b
And every pretty face actin like they know me
Same story, take photos and blow me
Like suckin on my pony is some type of a fuckin trophy
Don't know what to say homie, I understand under
the notion that mine is at home under another man
Don't even give it two minutes of business
Rotate the shoulderblades and keep them chipless
Built a prison out of conjugal visits
Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses
A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot
emcee's is mockduck tofu tough-talk
What the blood clot, jumpshot, fadeaway
Watch these kids eat it up like it was mayonaisse
Then he's on to the next city followin the destiny
Fell asleep droolin on your left titty
Indeed I play my part and call it high art
Keepin my eye on a piece of that pie chart
Smarter than solutions to the rubix cube
Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of superglue
Electric boogaloo, instead of tryin to look at you
I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two
Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist
With other homosapiens
Until that time comes people know my bum steelo
Incognito with mosquitos and dung beetles
It's like that, take your head out of the vaginal crack
Like what the fuck did you expect
I rap

[Slug]
BAM!! We land at your table like dinnertime
Asinine amount of women in the ticketline
Hit it from behind the picket sign
Switch the design and reposition the shine
Subdue what they knew thrown askew
Cut through with the focus of a "fuck you"
Frozen moments grown up made work
Open up the doorway, sewn up, pay dirt
Everybody wants to party
full belly still suckin on the parsley
Star sleeps between the hard sheets
You only parked on the street to hear the cars beep
Pan left, pan right, damn right the econoline
Weaves through the landmines
Continues until I leave mankind
Can't find control of the wheels on the van like BAM!!
We land on your plate like a housefly
Just another face from the southside
The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry
While I try not to make this doll cry
LyricsWhat you call "fly"? what you call "fresh"
Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death
I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath
That was never impressed by what's possesed
Girlfriend I need your help
Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself
And homeboy, I need you as well, cause I gotta live
And I got a little bridge to sell
Gonna build a home out of syllables
Gonna be alone when the whistle blows
Cut the embyllical on the cymbols
The break'll shake your silicone when you feel it go BAM!!
(and when they started to scream, I thought
of Mike G singin "Everything good aint as good as it seems"
get ripped like flash)BAM!!
WE land on tour tongue like words
Didn't understand they were sung by birds
The sunlight burnt to disturb the earth
When the gun-fight burst occured BAM!!
WE land in your gut like hungar
Sunk your ship while you slept in the bunker
The thunder don't stop the slumber, plug in the sub
Turn it up, let the drummer go BAM!!
We land on your head like rain drops
With a chainsaw laced in napalm
Weight loss, pill pop, chaos
Thank god the best plays are made when the game stops BAM!!
And if I gotta die, I got faith the decision was made
That I was outta line BAM!!
And if I gotta die, I'ma smile from the pile
Cause I wasn't on the bottom, I'm a man
With a child and a voice and a lovelife
IF I get a choice then I hope I go just like BAM!!

[Slug]
All she wanted was a little bit of solid
Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it
Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish
Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me)
Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around
Thankin' mommy's god that it's a cop's town
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
Swervin through the galaxy, searchin for a family
Happily surrounded by planets and stars
She was stuck uptown while you was landin on mars
It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar
Another small step back for tha man at the bar (hey bartender)
Spill a little bit of blood on the street
For the love that goes to those who they drink too much
And hold your own glass up to the heavens
Take a little time and try to count the seconds

[Chorus]
It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now
Pour me another, so I could come let you down
LyricsPour me another, so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you [2X]

[Slug]
Drink it all away, numb it down to none
Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun
You say you hate your life, you aint the only one
Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run
One double, for the hungar and the struggle
Two for the fool tryin to pull apart the puzzle
Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle
By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble
Tryin to play with the passion and the placement
Just to see what these people let him get away with
Still tryin to climb a mountain for you
Hammer in my hand, still poundin on a screw
She don't listen so he don't speak no more
Nobody's whining 'cause neither is keeping score
Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more
Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor

[Chorus] 2X

[Slug]
Live life tipsy, Still if it don't fit right with me
Kiss me whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel
Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table
Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall
Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds
"How long does it take for the pace to break down"
Another lonely little trophy
If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home free
And everybody in this bar thinks they know me
And my story like "poor me" (yea, pour me another homie)
I can count the days til you come back
Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks
I can stumble drunk over hope and love
Or I could keep drinkin until I sober up (hey waitress)

[Chorus]

[Slug]
Bottles and pints, and shots and cans
Couches and floors, and drunk best friends
Models and whores, and tattooed hands
Cities and secrets and cats and vans
Good times, laughter, bad decisions
Strippers and actors, and average musicians
Mornings after and walks of shame
They bartender knows me by my real name
Sing it

[Slug]
Smart went crazy, truth went trendy
The story got lazy so I rewrote the ending
Manipulated the entry, more user friendly
Now a city full of painpills and tatooes defend me
I waver from the dead to the halfdead
Grey space between the fanbase and the crackhead
Sunset, sailboat set course for hell
A cross and a hammer, but you'll have to get some nails
Take credit, for anything embedded in the edit
As long as you meant it when you said it
And all of the kids laugh, when you admit that
It mighta been witchcraft that made my noose fit bad
Well I'ma act like I don't give a make love
Take what I got to teach everyone to break stuff
I'ma act like there's poison in the pancakes
And amputate the one that wasn't loyal with the handshakes
Proud to know ya, Minnesota missle
Never sold coke and I never had to hold a pistol
Civil and simple, but set the freakshow
Loose on the nipple, watch her whole fuckin titty ripple
LyricsIt's why we battle, it's why we travel
It's why the mascott thinks that I'm an asshole
We made the team without puttin on a uniform
Smart went nuts and rode a unicorn through the storm

[Chorus]
Smart went crazy, but where did you go
Smart went crazy, but where did you go
Smart went crazy, but where did you go
Smart went crazy, where did you go now

[Slug]
Smart went crazy, kiss Ms. Daisy
Loved you like every night was christmas baby
Maybe we can take it back to the way we was
Still on some "what have you done for me lately"
No gravy if the base is porkface
Tourdates ate my big little brother's courtcase
Poor taste got passed up as gourmet
This beer is foreplay
We'll meet up at your place
I sting like a first divorce, or them first Newports
Whatever hurts you more
"You're headed for self destruction" been there, did that
kick back with the wrong angel to fuck with
Carve my charm into your arms
Fuck around, unravel this tall ball of yarn
Snuck round back to disarm the alarm
From the plantation to the reservation to the farms
And nobody knows where you'll end up
Only guarantee in life is death or a headfuck
Yea, you thought it was a set up, well guess what
You you can catch up with the rest of my "Best Of"
I got a few blocks left before I reach my destionation
And retrieve my breath
And god blessed every step I stole
Just to let me know, she wouldn't ever let me go

[Chorus] - 2X

[Slug]
Smart went crazy, the rubber bend went snap
This goes to those that hold it down 'til I get back
Hold on to me, grow along with me
I don't know where I'm goin but I'll end up in your arms [4X]

I love this fucking country
And she loved me more than I could imagine
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic

Paint away from the backyard to drip some more
Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store
With a woman who don't even drink out the whore
Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall
She was named for another flat land
We had it strong back then
In Konda we had a pond
That would never see the break of dawn
To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn
Through that away
Yes, yes headed out west
And got undressed
With the nurture she gave me made me drip and get obsessed
There was a lady in Los Angeles
That handled this the way the manual suggest (the way the manual suggest)
She turned me on to music that I never heard before
She told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pour
LyricsAnd I don't know who heard it more
Professional journals or perpetual burn holes
Scarring up the dirty floor

East
Found a hollow hoe in the Colorado snow
It's like I follow anywhere el Diablo go
Took a stroll with a feline
And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the D sign
Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor
Been there done that what do you think it's locked for?
I've lost more to my traveling soul
Then I dare to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on a roll
Down, down, down in Gainesville
No stranger to shame cold train and pain pills
Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare at
But it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps and bear traps
And it can't come clean without the sun beams
And it ain't complete without the drum beats
I can tell she don't want me
As is time to climb back into the pain and make the back stiff
I had to add one more story to the infinite
Already interwoven through a New York cigarette
Ex lover and a best friend best lover and an ex friend
Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a rhythm of
Religion on the PA
Make the people here say
God bless the DJ
She stays the wafer of replay
While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway

Chicago inside of an empty bottle
There's a thin line between gossip and gospel
There's a house over there near Wicker Park
Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark
Had to break her heart just to help me heal up
Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up
Make sure the healing stays beneath the core
Pray you and yours and whomever you believe in more
Look around you there's angels amongst us
Look around you there's angels amongst us
Sitting in the rain on some sidewalk gaffing
Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray
Trying to find a lost soul to save
And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved
Keep faith in my suitcase packed my beliefs
There's angels exist I've even seen some sleep
I love this fucking country
And she loved me more than I could imagine
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic

Dont even know if I can write this song
caught on a beam between right and wrong
gotta keep forward, keep straight
for the sake of why we stay awake all night long
Its not up for interpret
paranoid of exploiting the verdict
but in the same breath
I got thoughts that I wanna express and let surface
this aint for props or the pop culture
its about a balloon that got punctured
the sunshine'S fun til it burns someone
and we all got burnt that summer
She was sixteen.
Another young angel with clipped wings
she came to the shows
but I never met her, dont even know if she was listening
That night, we lost a supporter
that night, somebody lost their daughter
he raped and killed her at the venue
cant comprehend what her friends must have went through
that night the sun went dark
Lyricsnow watch everyone on the tourbus fall apart
that night, lord have mercy
the music died, that night, in Alberquerque

Stop, it can't be true right
this type of real deaont happen to you right?
Crescent, Murs, Dibbs, Jaybird
I wanna go home now and start a new life
wish I could protect the kids
I guess safety's a hit or miss
with a prior convicted sex-offense against a 4 year old
why we let you live?
Dont know what Im trying to write
but theres a part of me that keeps dyin at night
when I think about her mother
I become another number that wants you to suffer
youre locked up for now, you have no more chances to steal the childrens laughs
and if you ever find God
better pray to her and ask that we never cross paths

They want us to fight but we just wanna get high
Work all day all night tryin to get fly
When I get some money imma buy me some time
I cant fight your war until I'm finished with mine
[x2]

I used to be mad at the government
Redirected some of my anger towards the mother ship
Tryin to guess which shell living hell sleeps under
When the grand scheme plan keeps all these people wondering
Why we still runnin in place frustrated
Pride is mistaken for hate it's upgraded
I got a little breath left let's suffocate it
Point at the epiphanies and call ‘em all drug related
The time I spent with my life on bent
Tryin to find the friends inside my head
Must have disengaged every phase of the stage
With my I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming of age
My unofficial autobio
Will be accompanied with tips on how to smile
Cuz I found that when they don't see you frown
LyricsThey never know that you're a threat and they don't sweat you
When you come around
So who's gonna be my next door savior
Step up to your neighbor and do me a favor
Take off the mask let it all collapse
Empty the pack and watch your wings grow back

[chorus]

society becomes jealousy
intimacy becomes intensity
say it with a smile like it's meant to be
and all of a sudden BOOM American family
and I could tell when you're mad at your past
because you tend to take them turns just a little too fast
I could tell how you pushed your foot on the gas
that you already knew that you was gonna finish last
slow it down and take a little time
to look up at them clouds with that fake silver lining
up in a tree knowin damn well you'll never reach the top
but you don't stop.. you keep climbing
well O-K it's settled
no more nights in this weed and thorn infested metal
uh uh from this day forth only forward I pedal
get the memo I'm cutting the strings Geppetto
shuffle the cards and let's argue
rooted in between the computer games and cartoons
stop it watch us all get lost
between God and a shot of scotch
let's get fly

[chorus]

uh huh... gon' work all day work all night
uh huh... won't fight your war until I'm finished with mine
uh huh... gonna forward move, gonna buy me some time
uh huh... I'm cutting your strings and keeping my smile
[x3]

[Verse 1]
Dear Jacob
I won't take up too much of you time
I know you're trying to get your video game-grind on
And that's fine
Just gimme a second to empty my face
Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
I've been watching you man
I'm proud of you man
You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
I know you understand
Why I go out of town
I also know my days are colder when you're not around
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the fact
That daddy never lived inside the same shack
And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach's pit
It's what I get
I'm convinced it's my punishment
For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar
In some city with some people I don't know
For all the times that the lines on your face
LyricsReminded me of the days before the dagonflies escaped
It trips me out how you pick up all my traits
From the way that you spit to the fists that you make
I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy
Daddy learned that from you
You're supposed to learn that from daddy
I can't teach much when it comes to women
I drive safe and slow but don't know nothing 'bout the engine
You're doing good little man thats all I really meant
I love you
You're my best friend, thanks for listening

[Verse 2]
Dear Craig
What up bones? How it goes?
Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old
Sorry that the phone calls ain't too routine
Just been runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing
Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed
Other times I'm not sittin' on enough cash
And other times today feels too much like the past
Sometimes at night I would watch y'all fight
A child wonderin'
Why your life just ain't alright?
What's the violence about? Why's it in my house?
And even the memories are turned up too loud
Yeah, I got some issues in my head
Knew we should've started fixing 'em back when she left you
I'm not trying to get you down, I know you're different now
But your little man justs wants you to listen now
I'm over thirty, can't maintain relations
All these women wanna hurt me and I just don't have the patience
I can't trust 'em
And they're not much help
When they start to push and pull the buttons I don't trust myself
What pride, fists, and words just might do?
I'm afraid of my fate, don't wanna turn out like you
I've never hit a woman
I won't do coke
And for that alone I love you and I wanna thank you old man

[Verse 3]
Dear Sean
What's goin' on?
Not much to say
Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see what's wrong today
I know there's gotta be something kickin' your bruises
How's the love? How's the music? How's the self-abusiveness?
Got a lot to lose, it's breakin' your shoulders
So you let your paranoia place your bets for you
Too many cigarettes, messin' up your voice
Too many arguments, tryin' to test your poise
The only women that love you are fans and family
Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly
No heavy rotation
In any location
You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
Plus you're gettin' old, your raps are exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it
Singin' for these kids you don't know
When you should be at home with your own instead you're on your telephone
Fightin' with your girl like it's you against the world
Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
Come and save him Jesus
Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done
And love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone
Your son says, "Hi dad."
Your dad says, "Whats up?"
And me, I wanna thank you, but I won't, I'll just say, "Good luck."