terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out back alleys Driven to another
man, cinderella man. Smash an hour glass, Grab the sand, Take his hands an cuff em, Spin around to freeze the clock, Take the hands of time an cuff em. Theres a storm
I was a bay tree Quiet and unseen I lived in stories but inside I kept a mystery I was a starling Nobody's darling Flying in perfect circles Just
me home (to my old school down in delray) cmon and take me home ?? (cmon cmon) lets go yall theres another festival down town, take some bottles back up to the store
Banzai He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time but he would never take it out his archives He wrote 2 songs per day and was constantly
over The winner cries, now tell me who's the looser? One day it's cold, the other warm There's always wind before the storm Whirling circle, what's the
storm! Circle up, circle up around the throne Old and young, saints of every history Great and small, angels all and seraphim Grab a hand, twirl a dance Circle
the jaws in the looking glass that flatters you or in the rattle of hollow applause Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone one pain ending while another
devils have em hangin from my testicles Nowhere to run to ba-bay There's nowhere to hide [Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] Ahh... fuckit! Another day, another
take me home (to my old school down in delray) cmon and take me home ?? (cmon cmon) lets go yall theres another festival down town, take some bottles back up to the store
bringin home Fat stacks, so daddy cant complain But if she get shady I takes a bitch up out the game Same, shit different day Hit the liquor store, spend
now. Johnny's gotta problem he's outta control. He's got static on the brain. [CASEY ROYER and DADDY X] Poppin' little pills like a drug store cowboy
the day I repent [Chorus] [PSC] I stay humble through the many of fumbles I found trouble And trouble it doubles in cities amongst the rubble I learned from my mistakes to miss another
smoke trees And walk through the revolving door Every day the same thing, only thing different is that You might take another route to the stores See
Ghetto of the Mind... I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle Baggin' while
