"All around me are familiar faces, wornout places, wornout faces"
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
childhood days have gone and past, burnt by the suns rays we had a blast
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my friends
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Armani, fendi gucci bitchy
Turtle neck feels kinda itchy
Corporate, insolent, consistent,
In your face, incessantly Up your,
Designer spending
Diamond studded
Debit swipe-ing Asss.
Shit tons of jewelry
with fuck loads of diamonds,
now thats pizazz
blood covered gems, african child be finding
mining bracelets with bangles,
lions, tigers, no rhyming
no truth telling, only buying and selling
monies swelling a blinding wage
that’s paid, with dimes as old as age
that still,
shine brighter
than the brim of your margarita and lime, ah
Lemon sparkling ciders enough to make my buzz like light years-
in the life, of the rich and the famous,
Freckles on my face, I’m more Irish than Shamus,
So shameless in where I come from,
I mean a three leaf clover and a fat bottle of rum,
Mums the word but still HUM and sing
beat the bars drunken drum
what had begun and ended,
Ring. Rang, rung a unity in repentance
Worlds separated by the hop of a tall ass White. Picket Fence,
This lifestyle difference, in history, is gonna make Angelina.
Jolie seize some sunny sunglasses louder than my smoker’s wheeze
Please, heels higher than the last three hits, febreeze-in
They covered in ice held no pain,
To feel whats felt, souls freezing,
Thrift store treason,
Money hand over fist no reason, but pleasing…
Another day another dollar, cat got your tongue, I’ll make you holler
Straighten up your collar, if you approach me like a scholar,
Or a straight street baller,
I don’t care who you squaller with,
But i’m in no mood to tiff, be a fighter
Money wound my wad tighter, these days wallets feeling lighter,
Like my skin in the wintertime I’m whiter,
Than snow white, her,
And her seven little dwarves lived a life more simply,
With a house in the woods they were free to never taste bree,
Fancy cheese if you please, pardon me I gotta sneeze the stench
Of your money such a tease, just leave
Suppression depression recession in my Societies?
Sure as HELL is getting harder and harder to breathe.
I believe with expectation of the new age generation
Popping pills and praying playstation two,
Force Fed,
White and Blue
Welcome to America
Red carpet shoes?
Pray tell, Who are you bearing?
and whose wearing Who?
1 of all the dumb ones that I’ve met
2 you my friend would win the bet
3 an easy buy, a lucky guess
4 a keeper to a red hot mess
5 a superstar who stole my heart
6 a genius who ran out of smart
7 a stainless lie of living proof
8 an addict who could tell the truth
Chorus : tell it to the fishes ….”“”
9 a prince who traveled for me far
10 a small nothing just gone ajar
11 a boy who lost what wasn’t real
12 a king whose crown was stainless steel
13 a joke that never made me laugh
14 a sloth who had a heart attack
15 an ocean with a shallow end
16 a road that stops around the bend
Something, something, something about your face
Tell it to the fishes in the bottom of the sea
tell it to who listens, cuz you know its not me
tell it to the birdies flying high up in the trees
Tell it to the tiny black and yellow bumble bees
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Which problem will i smoke away today,
thats what all my lazy friends say,
when they rather get out and get paid,
symptoms occur when nerve endings fray,
and never listen when you light up the suns ray.
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I can dream..
speak a little lighter words so wired, know your a fighter
we can know the sour you seek, you talk it up, its nothing meek
and thou these rhymes feel uninspired, you’ll take this job my child your hired
feel my wrath but hold straight to my path
don’t try to divert just keep adding my math
cuz im tryin an flyin an swear gonna keep windin’
down rail roads and finding’ I’m harsh while I’m blinding
your eyes, mesmerize, so surprised but just wait
and don’t hate, just check mate, if its fate
liberate your own thought and create
your intentions unclear live in fear
of me and whats true of life lived with no clue
she crawled out of the drain, drenched in tears, twas soaked in pain, this creature, teacher, double featured, two eyes, more blue than true, too deep to swim, to shallow see, everything that made her..me.
like an island in the sun
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