Up in the hills they are
having a white riot with no violence
or protesting for change,
they simply buy it.

She fell in love with a boy.
Who spoke a second language.
And who lived across the ocean.
In the evil empire.

She sang we wear the party all over our bodies and faces.
What allows me to speak in wild abstractions.
The senseless killings gifts God gives us have no one to love them.

And then when you got sick,
I could take the day off work.
I could've made you chicken soup,
And we could watch soap operas
- oh, those TV dramas!
I could catch your cold
and you could take care of me.

It must be fairly normal.
To devolve into cycloptic brooding.
As the genocidal massacres you rubbed
Over some perceived sedition.
Insecurities of men messing everything up again.

I wanna sell you out.
Want to expose your flaws.
I wanna steal your things.
I wanna show you off.
I wanna tell you lies.
I wanna write you books.

How 'bout you my new favorite thing? I heart you though don't know you very well. I really hope that this summer you will change your pursuit. I throw my guns down for you.

We play deprivation games, I let you load the cartridge. You and your spring, you
hungered for everything.

Who's your reggae woman now, do you even know? I did a line with a girl named hello (I'm just kidding, yo).

Not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you, spit on this planet without you. I envy you cause you can believe in things like I never could. And not dose yourself into a coma over the beastiality of our race. Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form, like an agnostic transubstantiation. You…

When he smeared a candy bar across your face with a gloveless hand, I thought you'd never stop lashing the Swede. My, what a strange day (What a strange day) for poor little Nietzsche. Why so forlorn?

Come disconnect the dots with me, poppet! Come disconnect the dots. Come disconnect the dots with me, poppet! Come disconnect the dots.

He's the kind of guy who would leave you in a k-hole, to go play Halo in the other room. Remember.. While you were bereaving Micheal's death, he was over at Rachel's cooking crystal meth? Oh, don't you remember? Don't you remember?

The sacrifice must be for some long dead deity, babe, I just can't get hard for reality, at least not mine. Your love charity is like an immortal bleeding beast and peerless.

Every second of every minute of the day, I let my fancy play.
And when the feeling strikes me, I deliquesce in the sky without waving goodbye.

Yeah my cock is so torn up about it.

If you really cared about me, you wouldn't flirt with my parole officer. No, you wouldn't scratch my Isaac Hayes.

Night eyes producing ashes, we love to view unfortunate passions. Still, she takes my photo to bed. No mere limp verse could incite identity destruction, our particles are in motion.

Sold my favorite kid into slavery. Sold my most beloved child to the street. Everybody hated me for it but they don't even count. Why should I care how they feel, when they're not even cool to me.

What you want? Somebody who will slap away your blindness? What you want? Somebody who would corrupt your heart with too much kindness? Salute to your Busta Rhymes-ness.