- Born with a Silver Spoon up your Ass
Your secrect is safe with everybody.
Good, I said ,Because I don't want nobody else to know.
(Note that double-negative.)
Tell me how it feels to like yourself because I don't know.
But I've read a lot about it.
He who be flashing dey ice gon' get sliced, right ?
So keep them chains out my visual frame.
Because we don't want nobody coming around here smiling
- Home Is Where The Heart Aches
Count me in, before you kick me out. We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else I fall victim to the fists of time. It seems our blood is worth no more than mud. But that's a blessing, isn't it? And, of course, I give into it. Home is where the heart aches. Home is where the love breaks. Home never happened to me. What you see is what you get, and I suggest you get used to it. Because I will never make you proud, and that's something I can live with. Things don't change, they stay the same. It's only the words that rearrange. I am the person I can't ignore. I am the person that I abhor. Fifteen years of endless fear, of stolen youth, of keeping clear. I am the person you can't ignore. I am the son you will never adore.
Read more: As Friends Rust - Home Is Where The Heart Aches Lyrics | MetroLyrics
- Scapegoat Wets The Whistle
I wouldn't mind being alone,
if I could find a way for me to not be there.
I just can't shake me.
Bled being dry dry, a weight that broke my back.
Back to an unhealthy habit(at). Back.
You know that message in a bottle?
Well I had to drink to get it out.
I still can't decipher the code.
- The First Song On the Tape You Make Her
You are the only good suggestion.
Truth in an age of question.
And in my compassless digression,
you give me sense of direction.
- We On The Next Level Shit
What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,
an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.
Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
that will never understand what it means to miss a meal.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought,
donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought.
And I'm supposed to hide my change?