AESOP ROCK - BENT LIFE Lyrics

YoI take 10 steps with a bedlamped visionStudy the disorderswe've absorbed inside the villageI understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimacethat remain up inmy face like top to bottom train car feelingsLets question the ascensionof a broken social icon in various domino affectI'm blow this hex over the missionJust toadminister the indoor sucker punch to (?) its pitiful conditionWith noalibi love is used as a guide by the civilizedSome see it as the body heat you feel when you closeyour eyesThat's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your rootsAs thetruth hits your ears begin to cry'Why Is It Like This!' Why the f**k do I care?I don't havethe answers, or at least the ones you want to hearCity lights look like bright groups of firefliesMany see the truth (the proof) only when the liar diesTires screech to a halt, the groundcriesSpit sparks speak to the streetsThe skid marks are repliesRead discussions of whatwe rode through entrenched in the vocals]The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes chokeyou)As I walk out my door, step into the pollution(I breathe in the problems) exhale solutionsPhysicallythe situation's hard to stopI had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocksCasualtiesin this apocalypse (street chronicle)abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)Relaxindrinking my 6-pack maxingfaxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it)Tabletalk, salt and pepper conversationIntegrated sectors, metropolis and meccaIt's a conspiracy(you know), I can't lie dukesSometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do(Chorus)It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scumPunks that buckle under the rumpleof my drumSteadily searching for something new under the sunBut its stagnant, act of developmentfirst of madnessThieves, bandits, low lives, scumPunks that buckle under the rumpleof my drumSteadily searching for something new under the sunBut its hurtin, act of developmentfirst diversionA new universe in ancient, so I stay patientIn a gravelpit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacingEmbracing light of America, and found a shadeof darkness (underground)The traincar used to be my apartmentSick of people rushin inthe doors before I get outConductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout'The Biz isComing, The Biz is Coming!' ?Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!)We just gettingflurries now?Yeah, its like sloooowww dooowwwn,You're movin much to fastto bust through the finale fashioned glassIts delicate demeanor and I teach you how to hangButwe like 1970 something 20 clicks outside your name (tear obedience)I apologize for the faultyacademicsbut they placed us in a miserable stasisI let bygones be bygonesBut tryin tosee eye to eye with the face liftjust aint working the way the manual paints itSee I soak ina blue note factoryWhile most cats hassle bandits lamping (?) soloAnd when the last redbrick topples over the earthto intercept your crooked little messI can be found in a socialcoma directly to your leftEngaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breathRegardinghow to document the shady baby stepsI bounce checks like a modernSleep with one eye openwhile the other two drifttogether specimens from the promise landThis for the thinkersThisfor the erchants allergic to they own stingersThis for the absurd verdict linkersThisfor that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinionsbut cant remember where hisdrink isI'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporationCause we alley cats addictedto the sickly warped sensationAnswer this: when all that's said and doneare you a memorabletroop or just a lab rat on the runChoose one