scapegoat

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar.
It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, 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 mydreams.
It's the monsters that I conjure,
It's the marijuana, it's embarassment, 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 rape pill,
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs

It's bloods and cryps, 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

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 theyear of the snake.
It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denominations.
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...

-atmosphere