Ratking - So Sick Stories Lyrics
Now do you see this, The way the grey controls onlyThe souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolveI set adrift, in between the concrete and the mistJust another inner city blissNow do you see this, The way the grey controls onlyThe souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolveI set adrift, in between the concrete and the mistJust another inner city river blissUptown, soul of American century, no disputeOur foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot, shotHarlem screaming, "How come it's you, not?"Some other *****er at that audubon spot, gotHoudini to seedy schemey, Junkies who would easily deceive me, believe meMonthly, must be, easy to ***** with WikIn my ear saying "Suck this dick 'fore I get sadistic"I'm in the corner, crying. what's this shit?Seems I'm either puffing that bliss or cuffs on my wristYin and yang, either stinging with pain or bringing that grainEither way yo it's all the same thangThinking, Might it be worth it, life in the circle, write in my journalMy journals the, city it flows with the prettiest proseMixed with the gritty and gross, I pity theHideous shmoe, not the idiot shmucks, still giving a *****But I pity them so I guess I care too, prepared toI-I-I dare to, keep trying when dyingThe island be my heirloomNow do you see this, The way the grey controls onlyThe souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolveI set adrift, in between the concrete and the mistJust another inner city blissNow do you see this, The way the grey controls onlyThe souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolveI set adrift, in between the concrete and the mistJust another inner city river blissMarred Muts, upstream harbored usLuck loop of lucky louie shufflin' suave strutsWrists carved up, from center street soulsWhose scars won’t shut, no scars won’t shut!Back in kickball they were the kids that got cutType to lick ya tears off, poke ya gut and suchNow who’s stuck? And where’s my luck?Barged baxter in bayard boom, where’s my buck?You wouldn't last long on Lennox, you scared to come upBut you need to be as scared of the come upWhen you need to be shootin' shoats and saving the young pupsTorrid heat, time square post let it eruptWe’re bashing and barking like, dogs in the fogDown the South, slow draws, haggard hogsI can feel ya hunger baby, scribble and make ya starveTaught you 'bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered scrawlsNight you like to breathe but you talk timid towards tamed with aweAnd tongues rip through holes with pockets to drawsI was born in the ocean and adapted to life ashoreTake it as a simple world, world, worldGuess I’m spatting off like hell, now what the hellAll the, all the, sick stories to tellSittin' in ya cell thinkin' to yourself, "how'd I fail"Well, why’d I wail?Now do you see this, The way the grey controls onlyThe souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolveI set adrift, in between the concrete and the mistJust another inner city blissNow do you see this, The way the grey controls onlyThe souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolveI set adrift, in between the concrete and the mistJust another inner city river blissSuave slobs, conquer, ManahattaWally's on my feet, Squallies on the creep 'cross theStreet where the people that peep the nostalgiaAll dat karma can come upon yaX3
