Lyrics:

One for Bukowski

The days run away like wild horses over the hill
The violent instigate the thrills in our three-course meals
Tore apart, the cards set, no more hands to deal
Scared kids lift the ground just to vandal and steal
No time for books, weve got these plans to build
And these vans to peel off, mans to kill
Try to do the dance emancipated, jaded and ill
Fuck the managers, crammed and castrated the fields
Its the life we living, tripping it hypoallergenic
Were statistics, counting calories to cal extended
Face paint, lipstick from when we had braces
Shrinks to save face with the wild it embraces
Getting hand jobs on Craigs list
The faceless patients like mice who be racing the cages at night
I feel the moon hunt me down with a spike
But Im always on the move like a lightning strike
My lights too bright, my skys too high
My rhymes too tight
They finally get it that I got rhymes to rock two mics
You cruise already but what direction you headed?
I advise you stray from heads thatll get you beheaded
Its about time the community is given the credit
Ive been peddling rhymes since 97 plus ten
And probably go till heavens ends, chilling in my den
Drinking Red Bull to give me the wings and an ax
Are we eating now? Are we eating now?
Bring me the winds of a hanger
Let me turn this beat off