MATTER OF FACT

DIARY OF DECAY ( FOLK RAP )

I've been thinking I've been hoping I've been wishing I've been lying to myself saying I'll leave this town but always for some reason or not I still choose to rot and I keep keep coming around to the people and the steeples and the black crows at the park let the clock strike 12 it's much faster after dark it's a relationship and it's collapsing all around, who's gonna win my bones or this  This town I call my home, home is where the hate begins At the bottom of your clean soul, lies a little little bit of sin  somewhere in the deep deep fog lives a know it all who didn't know how ot dodge the clock, somewhere in the deep deep hell bad luck motel is the devil and shes smoking a rock, sometimes I drink a bag of wine just to pass the time till I can't feel anything now I'm in the gutter with the punks my guitar is drunk and I guess this is living free.  This town I call my home, home is where the hate begins at the bottom of your clean soul lies a little little bit of sin

IN CIRCLES

MY BIGGEST FEAR AIN'T YOU OR ME 
THREW WOUNDED EYES YER AGE I SEE 
THOSE MORNINGS SPENT MIXING OUR TEA 
WITH SHITTY MCDONALDS COFFEE 
WELL I HAD A REALLY BAD DREAM 
I DID NOT SMELL LIKE GASOLINE 
WELL 666 LET COLLIN OPEN UP YOUR SQUAT 
THERE AINT A SINGLE SOUL ALIVE 
THAT DONT GET CRUNK OR DUMPSTER DIVE 
BUT EVERY-TIME I COME DOWN HERE, 
A FRIEND OD's, THATS WHAT I HEAR 
A NOW I'M MIXING ALL MY TEA 
WITH MY DEAD FRIENDS AND OUR MEMORIES 
WELL 666 LET COLLIN OPEN UP YOUR SQUAT 
FLAWS PEAKING OUT CHEATING HIDE AND SEEK 
WHILE I'M L-I-V- F-R-E-E 
WHO'S WATCHING THAT BEER OUTSIDE THE STORE? 
THE FIRST STEPS RUN! SECOND STEPS POUR! 
AND SOUTH CAROLINA IS ALRIGHT WITH ME 
I ONCE WAS LOST BUT NOW I SEE 
WELL 666 LET COLLIN OPEN UP YOUR SQUAT 
CIVILIZATION AND ME NEVER AGREED 
I GUESS I'M "RUNNING AWAY" NOT TWORDS SOMETHING 
BUT THESE END TIMES HERE MAKE ME START TO SEE 
I GOT A DECLARATION; AN OBLIGATION 
TO A COUCH PARTY 
AND I HAD A REALLY BAD DREAM 
I WAS THE SQUIRE DEAD IN THE STREET 
WELL 666 LET COLLIN OPEN UP YOUR SQUAT!

STICK AND POKE (FOLK PUNK)

Another Day, Another Daze  Waking Up In The Toxic Haze  What The Fuck Happened?  Blacked Out Again  Spitting To Get These Bugs Off My Skin  Dreams Turn To Ignore  Oh Fucking Why?  Hopelessness Goes With The Times  Will Shit Get Better Or Will We Die?  Once Upon A Crime   Writting Songs To Right The Wrongs  Let's Hope Armageddon Don't Take Too Long  Will Shit Get Better Or Will We Die?  Once Upon A Crime   Another Dreams, Another Scream  Twords Some Place More,  Twords Some Place Free  On Top Of The Ashes Of This Society  That's Where We'll Start  That's Where We'll Be  All I Know Is I Hate Alot Of Things  Like Breathing Cops And Food That Ain't Free  Take Your Rules, I Left Mine Far Behind  Once Upon A Crime   Writting Songs To Right The Wrongs  Let's Hope Armageddon Don't Take Too Long  Will Shit Get Better Or Will We Die?  Once Upon A Crime

ONCE UPON A CRIME

COFFEE OR METH

One man saves the world with his own polluted mind. Well, solutions aren't built on the foundations of greed and money isn't the answer to anything and if you think you're getting somewhere; you're wrong.  Solutions aren't found in your suits and ties, answers aren't in your word salad of lies and your catchy slogans aren't persuading me.  My country tis of thee sweet land of desperation and misery hunger and greed while others starve for water you starve for power and authority.  no change no hope, we're sad we're broke. toxic air we choke on the the lies they spoke their intimidation manipulation exploitation indoctrination all of it it needs to end resist revolt i know we can  and how can we be happy without money, a title in society, a step up on the ladder of authority gotta be in charge of something or somebody.  got your eyes on the trophy prize life they got your working for don't work for ourselves anymore that's for sure.  Your pleasure is found in power, is found in title, is found in possessions, is found in money is found in greed, it's what we founded this nation on  cause who are are is what we have to show for ourselves and you can put personality on a shelf cant hold happiness in your hand and show it off to your friends at least you can wear love on the finger  no change no hope we're sad we're broke toxic air we choke on the the lies they spoke their intimidation manipulation exploitation indoctrination all of it it needs to end resist revolt I know we can

THE PARTY'S OVER

I DIDN'T BREAK THE LAW
THE LAW BROKE ME
SO WHILE YOU'RE DRINKING IN THE BAR
I'LL BE LIVING IN THE STREET
SOMETHING WENT WRONG;
I WAS BORED, DRUNK, AND HATED.
MY FINGERS ARE BRAIDED
I'M GETTING CROSS FADED
CAUSE I HATE YOUR LAWS
THEY MAKE ME SICK
NOW YOU ARE WALKING IN SHIT
AIN'T NO BREAKS ON THIS TRAIN
AND LIVING OUTSIDE
IS MAKING ME FUCKING INSANE
SO WHILE YOU'RE AT THE BAR
I'LL BE AT THE PARK WHERE I BELONG
SO ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
BETTER TELL ME, WAS I WRONG?
CAUSE I HATE YOUR LAWS
THEY MAKE ME SICK
NOW YOU ARE WALKING IN SHIT
NOW I'M DRINKING IN THE PARK EVERY NIGHT
HAVING MY OWN KIND OF AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I'M GUNNA DO WHAT I PLEASE
I'M GUNNA GET OFF MY KNEES
CAUSE I HATE YOUR LAWS
THEY MAKE ME SICK
NOW YOU ARE WALKING IN SHIT

PAWS NOT LAWS [FOLK]

living at this squat 
is kinda like a zoo
theres fur balls and riots
if yer in with future glue
might be allergic 
but all them are oh so cute
gatos not violence
cat pockets not boys in blue

yell with us if ya really mean it
cats not cops
throw bricks with us if ya fucking scream it
cats not cops
in 2d it all that were dreamin
cats not cops
carved in every officer slowy bleeding
cats not cops

before the humans
had crow bars to open it
claws of defiance purred
this city, we'll take it 
kittens with sharpe claws
they fucking crawled their way in
meow meow meow -  meow meow meow ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the walls is where we live

yell with us if ya really mean it
cats not cops
throw bricks with us if ya fucking scream it
cats not cops
in 2d it all that were dreamin
cats not cops
carved in every officer slowy bleeding
cats not cops

CATS NOT COPS [FOLK]

BODEGA CATS

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