I walk on decrepit bricks. And kick sticks and rusty soda cans. Simply for lack of better stimulation. Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons. So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations. (Thank you ). That's my pre-gratitude. Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude. No dysfunction flipside I'm just your ordinary citizen. They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but then again (shit...). I'm really mommy's little angel. But that angel on my shoulder got strangled. For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day. And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the fucking song play). I'm on my way to the store. Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds. With a stack of rolled pennies. I could go for Denny's and my stomach holds plenty. But my pockets got holes I guess the goal is to stay empty.... Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest. I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress. Twice (yeah right). I learned my lesson the first time. I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel. Parallel to many clones my eye's vision monochromes. With seven shades and twenty tones. Plus I breath artistic they eating everything I'm feeding them. Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium. And results of my children. We share the same genes. Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.. Like whoa [x3]. Whoa [x7]. And at night I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose. Feeling like I'm worthless. But contrary to my last statement I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. And at night I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose. Feeling like I'm worthless. But contrary to my last statement I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign. Just to turn around and walk back. That's fine and dandy but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking. ...like... "thank god for walkmans". I'm only yawning cause these simply minded. Mortals make me sleepy. So what do I do? I resort to TV. In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself. With lackluster images. And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges". Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation. And for lack of better stimulation. I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families. With gloomy faces rockin. "Don't Worry Be Happy" t-shirts and you're assuming I'm tasteless?. You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it. The basic essentials of a very bitter young man. That kicks rusty soda cans. And walks on decrepit bricks. With a permanent pair of headphones. Trying to make these lectures stick. I'll let the protestors picket. Like they are going to make a difference. And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent. And at night I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose). Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless). But contrary to my last statement I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. And at night I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose). Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless). But contrary to my last statement I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack. Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose. My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic. Plus I failed my civil service exam. They said I cheated.. :not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader. More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson. Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one). I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong). So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence. I'm none the richer I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking. And at night I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose). Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless). But contrary to my last statement I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. And at night I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose). Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless). But contrary to my last statement I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine