Hey, um, can I get a tape
Hey, what are you guys doing
Mama, what's wrong with me?
I've got a lovely family and friends.
And that's enough to make ends meet.
Searchin' for the perfect woman,
They be dressin' all trashy,
Spreadin' em for flashy, fast talkers
I can't compete with that,
To fill the gap within my soul,
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
I might end up celibate for the hell of it
And tell a group of stories
How they be looking nice,
but don't be acting right
they might lead you to death
Take your last given penny,
the thought makes me stress
with a strong sense of self -respect
fiending cause I felt neglect
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust in two people
but I can't so I speak with my songs
How can something so good be
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
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,
And thrust forth with new skin
Like a reptilian but a warm
I've decided even though I fiend it
There's too much shit to catch
Teaming up on the left and the right
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
My potency and the potential poetry
I won't be bothered by bitches,
I keep my walking standard
Feet to cement, I walk away because
You're walking down the street
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