FURY!

Stupidity is risk with no reward
Lies and smiles frolic on one accord
Put your hands to something idle cuz the devil is bored
Put fellowship and compassion on your list of chores
Kick over buckets of blood and never mop the floor
Pick up a bucket
Drop two tears in it
And call it war

I got this dream of a beautiful world from the dollar store
It cant be worth much more
It festers like an open sore
Stinks like rotten meat

Stony roads become gravel driveways under colored feet
Turn your head sideways and tell me what you see
Twisted or not
Its all the same to me

Out the window goes a wak cd
And the dreams of a young man
Just like me
Smack
On the hard concrete
Dreams are too abstract when you're too busy to sleep
Seems like God is not even there when you're too busy to care
Knees get weak when you're too busy for prayer
Getting fat
Too hungry to share

A baby told his mother he doesn't wanna smile
If i knew then what I know now
I would still say the same thing
The world needs its pamper changed
We just shit on each other and let it dry
Dark stains on the fabric we're all held together by
The stench will make you do more than cry
Makes me wanna holler
Young Nathan McCalls screaming
I GOT LOTSA GUALA
While our mothers live in squalor
The Wall Street Journal told me life is trading lower than the US dollar

Monkeys wear big T-shirts huh?
Ok, and dogs wear collars
I found a thief when I scratched that liar
I looked past that fire in his eyes
I saw his horns I saw his teeth
Through his thick, sick, slick smile
The front of his t-shirt read talk is cheap
The back said cut your wrist down the highway, not across the street
and these devils are the only ppl I meet

I found a copied sheet
Of the Good Doctor's speech
It stank like rotten meat
Somebody balled it up and threw it away

A sophomore told me live for the day
They dont let bums in the buffet
They cant pay
And now that I've read the rules
I dont wanna play
Cut your wrist up the highway, not across the street

All I see is a future bleak enough to make the crystal break
But all they see is a fortune
They tell me "fix your face,
this is great,
love is in the air
let 'em asphixiate!"
Cover your nose
I got some shit to say

They can smell me all the way in South Africa, Australia, the Phillipines,
Same shit,
different day,
just heard the toilet flush a different way
Whole world in disarray but its okay
Pick up a bucket, drop two tears in it, and call it war

Write fellowship and compassion on your list of chores
Kick over buckets of blood and never mop the floor
The world is the devils playground
Steal, kill and destroy
And even he is getting bored
And the hood aint even the same no more

And that shit makes me angry