It`s the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It`s my habitat, it needs to be clean, it`s my car
It`s the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It`s the cat box it needs to be changed, it`s the pain
It`s women, it`s the plight for power it`s government
The way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in subtle hints
It`s rubbing it, It`s itching it, It`s applying cream
It`s the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It`s in my dreams
It`s the monsters that I conjure, It`s the marijuana
It`s emberassment, displacement, It`s where I wander
It`s my genre, It`s Madonna`s videos
It`s game shows,cheap liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows
It`s angels, demons, gods, it`s the white devils
It`s the monitors, the soundman, it`s the fucking mic levels
It`s gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the date rap pill (?)
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It`s bloods and crips, five and six,
It`s stick up kids, It`s christian conservative terrorists, it`s porno
flicks
It`s the east coast, no it`s the west coast
It`s public schools, it`s asbestos
It`s mentholated, It`s techno
It`s sleep, life, and death
It`s speed, coke, and meth
It`s hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It`s reality, fuck it , it`s everything but me
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It`s in the air, in the water, it`s in the meat
It`s indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and incomplete
It`s on the street, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it`s the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It`s the health care system, it`s welfare victims
It`s assault weapons, it`s television religion, and it`s false lessons
It`s cops, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It`s harassment and a complex you carry when you`re running shit
It`s wondering if you get to eat
It`s the winter , the weather
It`s herpes, and it`s forever
It`s the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It`s the drama that keeps on between me and my seed`s mom
It`s that need to speek long, It`s my hunger for attention
It`s the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It`s prevention, It`s the first solution
It`s loosing the retribution(?), it`s mental pollution, and public
execution
It`s the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It`s the part time job that governs what you can afford
It`s the fear, It`s the fake
It`s clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of
the
snake
It`s the dollar, yen, pound, it`s all denomination
It`s hourly wages for your professional observations
It`s on your face and it`s in your eyes
It`s everything you be
But it ain`t me mother fucker, it ain`t me
On and on and on and on
the list goes on and on and on and on
