It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of
tarIt's my habitat, it needs to be clean, it's my
carIt's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my
brainIt's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the
painIt's women, it's the plight for power it's
governmentThe way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in
subtle hintsIt's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's
applying creamIt's the foreigners sight seeing with high
beams, It's in mydreamsIt's the monsters that I
conjure, It's the marijuanaIt's emberassment,
displacement, It's where I wanderIt's my genre,
It's Madonna's videosIt's game shows,cheap
liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers withrainbowsIt's angels,
demons, gods, it's the white devilsIt's the monitors,
the soundman, it's the f**king mic levelsIt's gas
fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the date rap pill (?)Columbia House
music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugsIt's bloods and
crips, five and six,It's stick up kids, It's christian
conservative terrorists, it'spornoflicksIt's the east
coast, no it's the west coastIt's public schools,
it's asbestosIt's mentholated, It's
technoIt's sleep, life, and deathIt's speed, coke, and
methIt's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers
breathIt stretches for as far as the eye can seeIt's
reality, f**k it , it's everything but meOn and on and on
and onThe list goes on and on and on and onIt's in the air,
in the water, it's in the meat It's indirect,
indiscrete, inconsistent, and incompleteIt's on the street,
every city and everywhere you goIn every man it's the
insanity, the fantasy, the casualtiesIt's the health care
system, it's welfare victimsIt's assault weapons,
it's television religion, and it's
falselessonsIt's cops, pigs with badges guns and
sticksIt's harassment and a complex you carry when
you're running shitIt's wondering if you get to
eatIt's the winter , the weatherIt's herpes, and
it's foreverIt's the virus that takes the lives of the
weak and the strongIt's the drama that keeps on between me
and my seed's momIt's that need to speek long,
It's my hunger for attentionIt's the wack , who attack
songs of redemptionIt's prevention, It's the first
solutionIt's loosing the retribution(?), it's mental
pollution, andpublicexecutionIt's the nails that keep my
hands and feet to these boardsIt's the part time job that
governs what you can affordIt's the fear, It's the
fakeIt's clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded
in theyear ofthesnakeIt's the dollar, yen, pound, it's
all denominationIt's hourly wages for your professional
observationsIt's on your face and it's in your
eyesIt's everything you beBut it ain't me mother
f**ker, it ain't meOn and on and on and onthe list goes on
and on and on and on