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I move along the path that I see fit
I never tend to take no bull shit
I feel my groove and I will never quit
I mixed my tunes until I learnt to spit
But then I get caught in a frantic mess
self consciousness
has me dropping all my lines
and then I'm right back to the drawing board
I write a track and then I hit record
I listen back and receive my reward
the wheels keep turning and I'm off for more
(OoooOo)
so I keep writing my own words to speak
I keep on moving and I feel the beat
That rhythm in my body shakes and freaks
until I can no longer take the heat
And my mind begins to leak
energy it seeps until i am in the zone
with a world that spans eternity
it's clear to me, I have music in my bones
This songs success will be based upon
its ability to conform to law
Manifest beauty and passion,
And hope expressions don't get lost
I see the light of good inside of me
I'm Smokin' Roaches I'm the Funkin Z
it keeps me fighting for my sanity
And keeps me respecting my family
I blame all darkness for my evil side
it takes long winters for it to survive
and then some degradation of my mind
through chemicals which destroy moral lines
But I gotta break free of this
self-reflective piss
and be externally inspired
So just stick around till the records done
so we can have ourselves a ton more fun
I know it maysound a bit confusing but
I'm sure next time you'll catch onto more
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I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I said Lord, please let me go, why
cuz I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've got, blues, in my soul
lord knows il never let it go
It builds up
then boom explode
at least i let myself feel some control
Hazy summers,lonely roads
i feel good in a danger zone
crazy bummers,horny girls
i feel weak when i let it go
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I said Lord, please send me love, why
cuz I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've got blues in my soul
cant forget about the broken roads
ultimate disasters, pain unfolds
how do i master apologetic tones (bluuueessss)
I've got a women, I'm ready to roll
this music shits the only lady I know
i feel it inside, i feel the pull
I feel it in the floor when the bass line rolls
thats why
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I said Lord, please send me love, why
cuz I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I said Lord, please send me love, why
cuz I've Got Blu-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose in my soul
I've got blues in my soul
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Overdrive
03:29
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It's like my brains in overdrive, I move faster and faster
meant to stop and pull over, but oops, damn I passed ya
my mind peaks quick, so I amplify the static
energy, philosophy, religion, in my attic
some say I'm a maniac, but fuck it I'm just frantic
and if you listen closely you will find out I am tantric
Back bent head up, keep my mind moving
heels down chin up I feel my body burning
say hello to the sun, to cover up my yawning
with these stretches in my body I'm showing, learning, proving
Showing learning proving doing mastering my craft pursuing
everything i think of doing, nothing left to chance, kazoo que
je serrai emprisionnier, par tous les forces qui me veut détruite
so je cours vers l'information, shit my minds in overload
Its like my brains in overdrive, I pray to god I can survive
The energy is sweet, but will I combust and quickly die?
will I hold on tight, or will inertia make me fly?
and if I take flight will I reach the sky or take a dive?
Or can I slow it down and still achieve my vibe
can i take my time breaking down these modern times
singing slow verses is easier then them speedy rhymes
but blowing smoke, a midtown modest junky takes another line (16)
and volatility is back,
underbelly of the cat, get scratched
step back if you think to mess with that,
your thoughts are cracked
i done been down that road jack
and crap, my minds in overload,
Evan Play back that track
x3
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Called to Work Blues
03:23
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I have work Tomorrow. How'm I supposed to make it through the day
I have Work tomorrow Washing dishes, slaving my life away
All I envision is sorrow. Trying to keep my, keep my demons away
And I know your feeling down ,Down Feelings ain't nothing but a frown
And You know I'm Felling down, doesn't it hurt to lose your crown
Said I was Sitting on a cloud, But then it all came crashing down
I have school tomorrow How am I supposed to make the grade
Said I have school tomorrow and all my assignments are late
Its taking up all my sweet time time and this stress, this stress ain't never gonna get me paid
I have church tomorrow, lord knows I need to pray
I have church tomorrow, I've been sinning all week anyway
well the devil says I'm heatin' up, and the lord knows I'm Made of clay
I have work Tomorrow. And My boss called me in man just to-day
I have Work tomorrow I just wanted to play my guitar all day
Well I know that all of you can relate, who wants to go to work, anyway.
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Herb Garden Blues
03:19
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I got that herb garden blues
I got That Herb Garden Blues
and it ain't those blues that I normally abuse
No it's that herb garden blues
I decided to travel a long and winding road
the vision in front was blurred, but in the rear I saw
depths of despair and pain, burning of the law
suicide on my mind, and rage in my veins
Questioning my blue suede, am I insane
always forced to re-focus to play this game
but now I gotta turn around, re-name, re-gain
solid ground on which to change my name
Said I felt like I was going insane
so I had to find some beautiful place
I found them herb garden blues
I found them herb garden blues
and theses blues ain't the ones I normally abuse
oh no these where those herb garden blues
Now in my sights is a world undiscovered
the cities are gone, no family no mother
no bother, freedom was my intention
retention of my norms was my daily stressin'
But when I parked my car, a lovely dog came down
then a family from this old small town
I couldn't help but feel i'd found
a temporary home in which my soul unwound
I saw them herb garden blues
I saw them herb garden blues
no and it's not like the blues when i'm broken and used
and not like the blues that got me fucked up and screwed
no not those blues that I normally abuse
today I had the herb garden blues
now when I picked the weeds, hours would fly
say bye bye to the stress of my everyday life
close my eyes and pray to my lord allah
that tomorrow would be better for my entire squad
but overtime when I would open my eyes
the colours were paler, with relief I sighed
Breaths came easy, I felt alive,
a will to live i had found inside
so thank you garden and this guitar of mine
thank you friends and family you draw my line
no never will I turn back unwind
I'm here I swear I'm here for life
so thank you Herb garden blues
for reminding me how to chose
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Don't Do Drugs
03:13
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See, I have a Problem, That I associate Pleasure with drugs, So Much Fun
See it uh it never really occurred to me that I could be anywhere special without the stuff
it kept me in a Hold, Lock, Chain, Inside my own mind
it kept me feeling like I gotta keep putting in, if I wanna get high, get by, be by own side
so I decided to do what people like me do worst, quit (Pause)
Now I'm back here man, I gotta fresher mind
Cuz I got this connection to music one that i cannot hide
So then I figure "Why don't I just get high and live life through those interesting eyes
then I gotta sit back, relax, rewind
and realize I, just lost a lot of memories
So tomorrow when I wake up, no I wont take no drink,
no white or pink, ups or downs, cocaine or ecstasy
Il just go put on a wicked record man and get mother fucking down
You want a thrill go get one yourself
do not look to those chemical substances for your health
just take a deep breath, eat right, sit back relax and put your disgusting habits on a shelf
You want a thrill Don't take a pill,
Feeling ill , Don;t take a pill
Lost your will, Don't take a pill
Those pills will make you feel ill
Don't do drugs, don't do drugs
especially not those street level amphetamines, that's that nasty stuff.
Don't do drugs, don't do drugs x8
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