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