Selling Live Water

I didn't vote; now I'm rolling with the Commies But I never took lessons from no hip-hop Nazis Keep throwing darts because the world is made out of plastic Made out of pigs Why bother to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty? I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved being a threat Give me some of that good old-fashioned electrotherapy So what if I dress like a terrorist, walk like a bug Or am dumb like a journalist? Suckers write for critics, so I kill for the art I jog in peace, the rest is stress; don't let them fool you Follow me if you want your face on every milk carton All your superheroes are afraid of the dark And in their own shadows they wear too much black And in their dreams dance naked Walking through crowds awake, and you can't tell who's laughing at you Or trying to be the new best friend of the hour, so you drink more With a ton of urine on my shoulders, I learned to swim So if God gives you acid, burn Down for the bubbles, there's no Don and no jacuzzi What would a preacher do? I'm fucking with kids Everybody's jealous of the people they can't be like, except me I got a cross-shaped penis and I love myself when God isn't looking If you buy that, there's a lot of money to be made on Wall Street You'd be a lot better if you were different But you're just like them, so it's business as usual So I don't need your respect, I just want a fancy funeral That's why we're selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras Living like ghosts in this globe we can't run from Look closely: I bleed through my nuclei pores They shoot it out their nose and say this can't be art It's so easy being honest, it feels like I'm stealing At times you were like real down for a cause, but wanted Geraldo All I ever wanted was a fancy funeral When I'm a gas, I'll be a laughing gas Thought they was gas the way they come and go so freely More weed for me Searching for some Holy Grail; there I go again, chasing my tail I'm peace on rap, but the (w)raps, they fit me so well I came and saw and laughed and drew on all the walls I was younger then These days babies fall from the sky like porridge Can't save them all From the mall, from the bouncing ball From 2002 to 1984 Go buy a Playstation 2; this is what your enemy looks like: An infrared blotch on a screen, for 30 lb. shells They run, run out of breath, rest, stop and get killed Because God wants McDonald's plots on every desert shield I'm just trying to eat well, but there's no healthy food at gas stations A lot of us can't sleep well being raped And public school is military training Don't be putting acid in the teacher's coffee Read about the 20's, the 40's, and the 60's Walk out, get a GED, and go to Berkeley University Since they never tell you the stories about who makes away with the money I'm selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras We're still all poor, so what the fuck you bitching for? Got to keep selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras You better go find God or something, because Christians get the best distribution We keep selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras I watch them fall from the sky like porridge Hard as you try, you can't save them We keep selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras As long as I keep living for nothing, then I'll be keeping a record We keep selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras America game: pick your character Will you be easy to get along with or hard to kill?