Hyped up on goofballs
Tappin change for some new clothes coz this emperor is shoddy
He's lost his touch he's foggy
Up before the morning dew
No time to ponder
No time to stew
There's demons on these streets too many rats too much heat
Too little loyalty
Escape reality
Inject the brown
Rob the buskers who are sound
Soak up the session
The street life oppression
Fight this depression
Kick it's head in
The Mayor had his chains robbed by a rent boy
Some say he was paid off now he's a rich boy
But the shame lives on no money can change that
Sickos enabled by status
A poisoned monied chalice
A powerful apparatus
Decodes your social status
Scrape the deceit off the street it reeks in the dead heat
Prescripted assistance the state keeps us listless
Dealers clean up well but they suffer like paupers in the dry spell
A mother cries out for another lost son
Gunned down in the street for a couple of hon
City life has me cryin' a river of tears
A rosary for the diein'
Cannonise the best at liein'
We live for the moment
For a state of flux
Musical medication
Take a puff
Failure incites a wild desire
Success makes you a complacent liar
Living is dieing when you dwell on the past
Live in the now
Make a stark contrast
No typecasts
Notion Sickness
Sublime to ridiculous
Notion sickness
Sublime to ridiculous
Notion sickness
Sublime to ridiculous
Notion sickness
Sublime to ridiculous
Sublime to ridiclous
Sublime to ridiculous