Word On The Street
"Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation... tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation."
4 Walls
Look, I don’t give a fuck again
Thoughts in my head, lookin like a nigga’s stuck with them,
Wishin it abruptly ends, but God woke him up again,
Everything is seeming is so unfair, So unclear,
Trynna reach out, no ones there,
4 Walls tellin him go run where? No one cares,
Screamin this too shall pass, ridin on fuel without gas,
Bills pilin up with out cash, tryin to maintain and out last,
Pray for me, keep tellin niggas patiently, wait for me,
Keep tellin my haters wait and see,
I’m busy tryin’ to fill the vacancy,
Though a long time it’s taken me,
Mothafuckas keep mistaken me,
Mistakenly, they caging me,
Niggas never had no faith in me,
It’s like I’m one semi from death,
I’m just a few pennys from debt,
I got no identity left, victim of Identity Theft.
My problems are never new,
It’s revenue,
Keep blamin them it’s never you,
Keep tellin baby girl Im gonna leave and never do,
Cause even when a nigga needs space,
when you’re lookin’ for a little lee-way,
Somebody put it on replay,
it’s like it gets louder with each day,
Pray.



