Hey
Grouch, I heard your new album.
It's so great. I really like it a lot.
Hey, um, can I get a tape
or something?
Hey, what are you guys doing around
the outhouse?
Can I come over?
Hey, let's kick it.
Mama, what's wrong with me?
I've got a lovely family and friends.
And that's enough to make ends meet.
Fuck dividends.
But I'll be livin'
in a lonely ass world
Searchin' for the perfect woman,
not a little
girl, see
They be dressin' all trashy,
actin' sassy
Spreadin' em for flashy,
fast talkers with the cash, me
I can't compete with that, I
use a beat and raps
To fill the gap within my soul,
but that's gettin' old
And I'll be gettin' told to spit game, man
But to me that shit's lame, I use my mind
not a pickup line
It's sick how quick they find
comfort in
the one night sin I might end up
celibate for the hell of it
And tell a group of stories about
how I want a wife
How they be looking nice,
but don't be acting right
And if you slacking they
might lead you to death
Take your last given penny,
the thought makes me stress
Unless I find a woman with
a strong sense of self -respect
I'll be alone,
fiending cause I felt neglect
How could something
so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust in two people
Two people,
but I can't so I speak with my songs
How can something so good be
so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust in two people
But I can't so I speak with my songs
I grab the notion by the throat
That maybe someday I'll be accompanied
By somebody who trusts in me deeply
Seeping through walls and blockades
With stockades of armor and self
-propelled hand grenades
I can tell the age by the rays under her eyes
So when the mental trip develops
it comes with no surprise
Unlike most guys I analyze,
discuss, organize
And thrust forth with new skin
Like a reptilian but a warm
-blooded civilian
I've decided even though I fiend it
There's too much shit to catch
to do it and not mean it
Teaming up on the left and the right
My brain in a vice
Constant rain over my shoulder
And the lightning strikes more than twice
I've hiked through the hot spots
And stood like a statue on city streets
Too busy to notice me
My potency and the potential
poetry seem to be documented
I won't be bothered by bitches,
I keep my walking standard
Feet to cement, I walk away because
you pretended
You're walking down the street
and you see me all alone
Don't talk to me, I'm in my own place
Not to be trashed by any fake dash
of a woman that's attractive
Like you act like you're walking away
Thank