ATMOSPHERE - SCAPEGOAT Lyrics

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