(c) Danielle K. Fluster
June 9th, 2002 ~June 16th, 2002
Genre: oldschool (1995-ish) rap
When you're writing and applying on yo' application
The words that you write down for your occupation
Have bad connotations
With the word sedation
Masturbation
Even you know that what you do for a living
You know there should be laws against that sort of thing
And there are, and you know
But you go with the flow
Because money is addictive 'til it's yo' time to go
It calls out for you when you're all alone
You close the window so you can cry
Without the burning sting of air slapping your eyes
Cloudy-eyed
Mystified
Swerve the car so you don't die
In your condition it's illegal to drive
So you curve your pride
And pull aside
No sense in tryin' to be dignified
So you gulp the last drop and wipe yo' eyes
Put the bottle back to its rightful place
Get pack on the road with as sticky face
You've turned twenty-four and so you've been replaced
So you hang out with the ol' Santa Monica race
And you just wish to wake up dead; in an awful state
Your life erased
Your kids embrace
Love someone when they're alive
But once they die
A homicide?
A suicide?
It's okay to cry
But take back yo' love
Before you kill yourself and end up in blood
Life is a big game of Russian roulette
It's a constant battle; it's always a test
But in the end, you know what's best
And yo' homies pourin' liquor is yo' last request
You wanna hear click-click but ya heard click-boom
You know you died much too soon
People betrayed you and yo' life was ruined
You can say about the test that I got through it
