counting clokcs

verse 1

nothing is permanent but nothings ever temporary

like a caged up canary calculating casualties in binary

scary though, articulate tremendous flows

what would the world be like if we all just smoked zones

now we gotta go toe to toe, erase that, press rewind

my eyes are blind from the great malignant light

if our sight could change, only in the right way

we would look to our blind spots, not only to what's hot

or giving a f**k bout who's coming out on top

if this ain't hip hop, then Biggie Smalls was a f*****g cop

and tupac smoked two packs of blacks and not sacks

blazing up, chronic, fucked up, i'm on it

what you might ask, i fill up my glass

for the world wide party epidemic, head of the class

always getting a*s, stacking money and fame

my brain leaks a strange wave of telepathic gramatics

systematic weaving of dramatic fabric, fanatics

of whatever is cheap, and t.v. without static

causing your a*s to sore, man what a bore, slacking

graphic metaphors that open doors, 

why don't you do your chores

and open yours?

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verse 2

it's what we know, electro dough, debt filled up the crawl space

with much haste, ain't no backspace big enough to erase

the grave, at the end of the day, no ones saying hey

or even looking at each other, like where'd my brothers

mother's, i guess we're so different from each other

another page another ink cartridge

to print off postscript to procreate a para-tweeting-partridge

ain't no pear tree, america never free

the toll is hefty if ya lefty and too tight if ya right

unless you the ones on top,and you're stacking all the guap

and you know you'll never stop, until the goddamn bomb drops

i'm waiting for that moment, slow it, staring at the clock

until then, do what i can as the world spins

so many sins and has-beens and admins

administrative orders from the border watching hoarders

my dvr controllers, programmed by satellites to watch life

i bless my mind, as i look the the sky, and im high

better find a purpose i guess before i die

or go out trying, denying yourself of your life

but this world would rather have you living with a simple mind

about time people look beyond the burgers and fries

and what we consider crimes, you know they all lies

but believe the hype if you want a piece of the pie

sigh, profit over people, why? no one minds. 

Verse 3

so this is what it boils down to, no round two

too many tuesdays gone with the wind, again

There's a new trend that's about to start washing in

Watching them from a far distance, relentless

penniless police propagatin' an incarceration

vacation from the outside world, no girls

no stoner wreaking havoc to unfurl

connoisseur of thoughts, pot smoking in parking lots

ain't scared of jail, jonesing hard in a cell, rebel

anything to give those f****r's hell

I excel far advanced through the power of some plants

now dance, unbound, we're going downtown

the sound around is a marching playground

playful pessimism gettin' repped hard like feminism

bovine, or swine, time to dine, let me chime

in, begin, the end, we win, a cycle repeated

lathered rinsed and soaked in gold

wondering why are summers are so cold?

it's getting old, but i'm getting old too

too old to tell the difference from two, too

presidential tutu skating like a fruit loop

who's in cahoots? well who can we lose?

expendable dependable human resources abhorred

apprehend the apprehensive into the submissive

submission, never, try to listen, i'm not spiting'

i'm conjuring up something that's never been done

a world wide revolution to me now that sounds like fun