Greydon Square Summer's Ending
I'm the creepy guy in the trench coat following you the homeless guy on the side of the freeway bothering you i tried to signal, but you didn't pay me no mind now i call like a bill collector til you pay me on time ....I've got the skill to describe your morphogenetic field and yet and still go back to the math for a better thrill we took all of our collective forces and unified it you read the bible, and that isn't even pseudoscience you think i'm afraid of Islam like i'm shook nervous I'll torch a quran with my lyrics f..ck a book burning these blacks accept the religion of the slave master... but they wouldn't accept it if you were a gay rapper why is it when we want to move forward we face backwards our community's sick, religion the main factor you have such a problem with gays and transsexuals what if I told you that we are a trans-intellectuals you'd probably flip, deny that you're a member call for those who think like me, to be dismembered ....something you picked up from a former era spreading religious love in the form of terror pipe down pick up a book right now of an opposing view you might find out ...everything aint you what you thought it was there are no others everyone's apart of us
(Chorus) There's just an illusion of something different the very reason they keep telling you something's missing but whatever it IS you won't get from one religion I hate to break it to you, get your coat summer's ending...
There's just an illusion of something different the very reason they keep telling you something's missing but whatever it IS you won't get from one decision I hate to break it to you, get your coat summer's ending...
There's only so many legal moves when you've seen the rules you wonder how they have so many people fooled I never thought when I was young in class that I would be scribbling in chalk on the walls of the underpass some might ask, how'd did happen how'd you get there? most people think that i'm yappin' when I sit there and just stare at traffic rappin' just to get their half a second of attention span as they spend years rentable, to the highest bidder in a bidding war disappear from 9-5 then act like I'm invisible pitiful, wanna be pimps players and centerfolds in it for the cash and status and yet their miserable ...i'm not homeless i'm just off the grid be happy if i was on it i'd be off'n kids i think the problem is, "we" aint being honest i'd rather live like shit then to pay for shadow conflicts we aint broke it's the system that is broken this->is a modern day plantation and you know it manufactured patriotism makes asking questions about secretive initiatives just as dangerous as seals on a secretive mission secret prisons people still in even paranoid transients see the villains sure I hear voices, telling me inhale the weed and always peer forward wandering this scorched earth ....just looking to score something to eat get out of the rain, a blanket and somewhere to sleep ...wondering if this alley and box is going to pan out, all you see is another grown man with his hand out ...nothing to my name except for some books while the cops watch everybody except for the crooks ...and the people left on the hook, be like "ho-hum" plus they get to pay for it too. This is so dumb A balancing act with peace as the fulcrum But what would I actually know? I'm just some smelly old bum diggin through old crates feeding on bread crumbs just another mother's broken son who's head's gone ........fumbling a basket mumbling some racket under that bridge, where a normal man becomes a savage one man's peace is another's madness, You keep the illusion, i'll just settle for a jacket
