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The Scenario Song

Buck 65

Synesthesia

39

Rap

Tekst piosenki
I write my rhymes in calligraphy I don't curse so don't freak with me I shoot hoops by myself, but I don't watch basketball on television I sell religion relatively cheap from my bedroom window I swallowed myself when you said you'd been low I threw a big party for myself on your birthday I wish I never got into the position in the first place In the worst way I gotta crush on my own reflection For my own protection I'm buildin up my bone collection I also shed my skin on a year basis It seems like my weapon of choice is clearly tasteless Why do I insist on tyin' my wrists? I wanna take a slow breath and then fake my own death But I didn't start the religion I'm only a priest in a B-Boy stance like Tony Bautista I'm free spirited, building three pyramids With crosses on top and an antenna period Its really weird, nearly every year through much avaudum I sink down deeper and deeper until I touch the bottom I see with my hands and walk through a dark entrance Climb all the trees and sit on the park benches This is what I always wanted A lonely old man picks up a stone to admire its shape Later that night he falls down the stairs of the fire escape Nobody knew his name A 16 year old basketball star named Matthew Swallows some pills and spills his guts in the bathroom Just because his girlfriend dumped him or somethin An 8 year old girl is haunted by frightening faces She cries herself to sleep on a nightly basis Her dad's an alcoholic A man desperate to satisfy his wife's cravings Goes to the bank and takes out his life savings His next stop is the casino A woman with a ring on her finger, eating dinner Just found out her fiancee is cheating on her He's outta town right now One of the greatest teachers there ever was Sits at home and waits for the phone to ring, but it never does He's slowly going blind A tall, soft-spoken man named Vincent Has been in for jail 20 years even though he's innocent He whistles "The Girl from Ipanema" A man of the cloth is on vacation Last week he broke down in front of his congregation He's losing his faith in God
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