Jazzed Up

Jazzed up Frazzled up I'm telling you I'm really gonna get my bad up I'm mad something like this could happen again I'm telling you That shit will never enter my fence or touch my friends I had a conversation with myself It went like this You can't do shit And every single person that you know is just a kid And every single person that you know is just a wish That you bitch about All the time In your mind But you can never really find the time to get it right Every single friend is an imaginary fight But you know in the heart that you love them deep down inside And that you cried a couple times let me remind you I would've found you So let me find you I would've tried to rewind and unbind and advise you of The prison of a mind that is always right behind you The hemispheres in my skull Are going insane I think my right side Has some sort of a new crazy pain Where the need explain Overcomes the minds ease to same thing And everything is the same insane Game of a king I'd rather sing for fools And fool the social elite Than compete with a defeatist attitude While living on the brink I think I'd rather sink But at 35 you'll see me giving up and signing away my soul in ink Not liable for death Euhh What the f*ck And finding a way to think And trying to make a day shrink Maybe we'll link Hey Maybe we'll drink Sign your pretty name on this piece of paper with pen Pay it forward with blood You know it never ends The terms and conditions say That you agree to be paid Less than a living wage Our wage slave But hey we still give you enough To drink it away Just don't think Cause you can't think it away And I'm the brink of a day I'm sinking and hey I've never sunk this low before But I'm willing to play But I'm not willing to pay For some stupid mistake That some people in the past Apparently made Apparently they were dumb No They were just plain old evil Even Evil Knievel's steeple staple is feeding people! My favorite style of preaching features a signature style of reaching My favorite style of teaching approaches the feeble minded people With grace Its not a race but you race anyways I figure our race of humans With always be out of place So what do they say Can you believe we made it to outer space? My last track outer space Was recognized as great Maybe late Everyone kissed my face I was so shocked Even a trace of grace would've sufficed Papers creased If only they could see Cause I love your big Energy (gee Cool cats Get by so fast I really wanna be that I wanna see that life I really wanna see that strife I swear I'm baking the bread Shake it or fake it I swear I'm making it dead I swear that I'm pancaking it with bacon and eggs I feel like you crazy eights need to think about punching down You're a self fulfilling clown that frowns on others who frown Don't you see it now You're complaining about the town Complaining about the town Its draining to those around And we all have this common ground Like What the How I'm done now! That's the end of the fun now Every track after this is like blowing your head with a gun out