him homie me

got that look in your eye again
you sure
it can't wait a minute
beers are colder than ever
where i'm going

that child named shame
son of a blue eyed snitch
pistol packing pariah
bumping enthusiasm
to let go of regret

and all the rastas in washington square sing
him good and gone
him gonna find god soon
him on a walk around for the dyin

some people act like they've got forever
na man
i'm a complete oblivion doomsday prepper
split my time
 here
and with staley,micheal larkin,and anna nicole even
str8
does'nt seem like much left to do
 over here on this side of the house

when your run around this mortal coil is done
admit when you've had your fill

feels like i'm still
 in this shitty hotel room at 4 o clock
and was suppost to check out by noon
the phone won't stop ringing
this girl won't wake up

and all my people across 110th say
to have is to hold son
but you caught a bad one
live and let die homie
in the truest sense

something about how my father used to dream like me
i can't really see your face
through the overrated bond of companionship
i need another fix
a quick star to stare at
big bang,atmosphere depletion,implosion
repeat

it's starting to take it's toll
on my fiending eyes
if i can just borrow a dollar
i'll try again
to breathe through this mask

and all the rastas in washington square sing
him good and gone
him gonna find god soon
him on a walk around for the dyin

and all my people across 110th say
to have is to hold son
but you caught a bad one
live and let die homie
in the truest sense