im walking along hardly breathin cause it might disturb im steppin in the shadows of great men with one eye on the popularity of what im sayin but i dont think anybody sees me anyway cept her and its real hard to tell what shes thinkin dressed to the nines and she lickable head to toe hard body honey half my age
came here to pick a fight with the powers that be dont stand a chance but thats beside the point cant you feel the storm brewin been there since it became hip to be an activist tempest in a tea *** but what a blast its been a struggle of the masses not to drink another latte a demand for justice for the **** who ate the last bearclaw
he trims that fashion beard combs out the rough phrase from his latest trending poem and some cat in london stamps his seal of approval sold out for a pat on the back just remember kiddo that your a greenhorn and i got one beady little eye on ya
meanwhile in chechnya they are swaping pens for rifles feel little like hemingway wanna throw it all away in a blaze of glory for the ideal of the revolt with some things still worth fightin for hand me that pen got a ruckus to make