You thought Uncle Sam wanted you. But you were used, you were just abused. I try to tell you time and time again. The only war worth winning is the war that's within.
Sippin' on the Dragon the other day. Tompkins Square Park up by Avenue A. Halfway down the forty and a pig come up to me. Said, "Listen here boy, gotta show me your ID".
I am sick and tired and my money's always spent. And though their jobs are killing me, their money pays my rent. The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed.
You may find. My appearance and demeanor foolish. But it is you who plays the fool. For although I am only a student of the victim. I have many, many styles.
It feels like Jesus on the cross. It's so religious in its loss. A graven image in the mud. Like when I shed my precious blood. . I am a loser, I am Satan.