The Reality of My Surroundings
Fishbone
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Fight the Youth
05 : 01
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If I Were A... I'd
00 : 53
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So Many Millions
05 : 49
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Asswhippin'
00 : 39
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Housework
04 : 45
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Deathmarch
00 : 33
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Behavior Control Technician
03 : 08
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If I Were A... I'd
00 : 29
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Pressure
04 : 47
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Junkies Prayer
03 : 00
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Pray to the Junkiemaker
04 : 02
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Everyday Sunshine
04 : 57
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If I Were A... I'd
00 : 29
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Naz-Tee May'en
04 : 56
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Babyhead
05 : 31
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If I Were A... I'd
00 : 53
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Those Days Are Gone
05 : 23
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Sunless Saturday
04 : 17
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Track Lyrics
Housework Lyrics
2 ContributorsHousework LyricsI feel like I go to work everyday
But where I work I don't get paid
Work in school and learnin' the supposed rule
But in the street I make my own rules
Mama, she just wanted me to do my homework
But when I get home Mama left me a note
Do the housework
So when I'm done with my chores
I go outside and learn some more
Wash 'em clothes, sweep that roof
Cut that lawn, washing the dishes
So what are you trying to say?
Out in the street I got friends just like me
Pops is gone and mom's workin' 5 and 6 days a week
Me and my partners tryin' things just to see what it means
A drink here and a smoke there, what was dirty now is clean
Mama tryin' but she got to survive
So now I got to get a 9 to 5
Do the housework...
Ouch!
Pressure Lyrics
1 ContributorPressure LyricsFear is the curse and today's word is Pressure
Too long to count the worry and the strife
Speed Racer, takin' in that pressure
Pressure is the fear, Pressure is the tear
Twist that torcher, torch that Pressure burnin'
Verbal arm twisting, Pressure ear pinching
No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that Pressure
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sittin' on my face, no Lord!
Pressure me, huh but nonetheless
This Pressure mess, Pressure mess is the best
Pressure is runnin', runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On this Pressure, Pressure kick
Pressure!? Pressure!
Pressure!
Pressure!
Pressure!
Pressure when I sit down!
Pressure when I git up!
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight
Pressure whin uhm vexed
Pressure whin I c mie x
Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next?
Oh this world, oh this Pressure!
Pressure hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...Pressure!
Cheatin' out the fat man!
Pressure joke's only for the Pressure folks...
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land
Pressure is runnin', runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high
On this Pressure! Pressure kick!
When your hair's turnin' gray
Pressure tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses
Pray to the Junkiemaker Lyrics
1 ContributorPray To The Junkiemaker LyricsPray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind...
You're on the road to the "Tombstone Commode"
Fiend like a hype as you suck on the glass pipe
Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole
And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease
The monkey's on your back got you "beggin' please"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit wit yer lips
Pray to the Junkiemaker...WHOA!
You're jaded the light you no longer see
Burned out, broke down in your misery
Drop to less, you'll soon confess and "assume the position"
"Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Pray to the Junkiemaker
It's the death ticket, "Can I get a witness!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"Take a hit, Wit yer lips!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"Take a hit, sit and piss!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
WHOAH!
I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell
It's a moral to this story so listen well
I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes Hell
And you will see that the pipe is your reality
Pray to the Junkiemaker!
Mental shitty, Ho!
Mental shitty in the city YEH!
Pray to the Junkiemaker!
And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie mind
Suck the pipe, take your life and you will die
All because you wanted to get high!
YEH!
In a cold sweat you will
In a deep need you will
In the rock house you will
With a dick in your mouth you will
In a mental rage you will
When your body craves you will
Demonic let's make a deal
In the hospital you will
P.M.R.C. you must be
In the business office you will
In the limousine you will
In the White House in a!
In the school house you will
In the church house you will Yes!
In the police station they do
Shippin' to the ghetto you Devils
As long as you're married you will
Rocked up in the kitchen you're trippin'
Sellin' your child for the rock pile
In a straight jacket in a!
Forced for a divorce of course
In the jail house you will
Way black in the plantation
Trippin' in the bum bus station
Mental m-m-masturbation
50 Skylab Station
And the astronauts got to cop
Killin' off the brothers and sistahs
Twitchin' down six feet under
Crack gettin' under my dunder
Mr. Lucifer him chuckle
Mankind under his buckle
Sunless Saturday Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face the morning with my customary sigh
Woah, woah-oh
[Verse 2]
I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished, now I brave the outside
But all the clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
[Chorus]
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
[Bridge]
Freedom come (Freedom come)
For us now (For us now)
Light our sky (Light our sky)
Burn away these clouds
[Verse 3]
Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of my tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
Woah, woah-oh
[Chorus]
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
Freedom come (Freedom come)
For us now (For us now)
Light our sky (Light our sky)
Burn away these clouds
[Verse 4]
I see the helpless and I see the insane
I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again
Woah, woah-oh
[Chorus]
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday