Dancin' Man
10-21-2005, 08:41 AM
Rap.
The written end lines are for the sake of poetry while the slashes show the functional end lines
The Reason Why Back Stoops and Soup Kitchens Were Invented
new title
I’ve never known where the sun is supposed to rise
Never cared./
I know where it sets though,
I lived there./
I’ve got a map with a red x and black lines convening
On the center,/ the legend said we’re allied
Enter dragon lair/
Now I strap a GPS to my back so
I can calculate my position./
It weighs down my stance,
My posture’s negative
Disposition /
Is ignored for the sake of
Riding around the carousel/
With the hopes I’ll someday lift
Barbells/
To videos of trim women
Stair stepping/
I’ll need a couch so I can sit back,
Get wax spitting/
We get ripped for the sake of
Forgetting/
Every memory we've had about our moral's
constant tickling/
We'd cut of our legs if it means we don't have to walk/
But thanks to hunger pangs,
our bodies are already stuck in shock/
For every car I’ve ever driven
I’ve wondered 10 states
In search of reason./
As they come, I interpret my thoughts on a basis of
mood, integrity and season/
It’s unreasonable to think that I should move/
I’m plastered to the spot here with Gideon
And Gulliver and that's the truth/
My mind runs marathons
Backwards, twist tied to steeples/
I sit on benches with men in suits collecting
Penance for past sins
While bickering into cell phones with other faithless people/
I’m here for the souls left over/
After those with lives
Get smitten by Russel Stoeffer/
I did that once
But now I’m dead/
I sleepwalk you’re pets to get/
Nickels and dimes and trusts/
So when your kiddies are sleeping
I invade the fortress/ - take my last paycheck
Morality here is cheap/ so I cash in on
Life’s greatest mystery/
We get ripped for the sake of
Forgetting/
Every memory we've had about our moral's
constant tickling/
We'd cut of our legs if it means we don't have to walk/
But thanks to hunger pangs,
our bodies are already stuck in shock/
We hate roaming and eating cold meals
So me and the thousand gypsies call this place home/
We’ve never had a whole lot of
Come on in/
We’ll find you a bed
So you and a faceless hooker can spin/
Bottles at each other and sneak peaks at private parts/
On the internet these girls don’t have all the
Scars/
Well I’ll be, not once did you kiss me/
It’s alright she said
Your conversation was weak/
For every minute passed in the reddened dungeon/
I have to end up at another church
With other faithless souls sharing
A silent luncheon/
With other faithless souls sharing
Our worst memory over coffee and cigarettes/
With other faithless souls
Smoking stealing and building regrets/
With other Faithless souls
Grabbing preteens through backdoors/
They way they’re raised they’ll thank you Lord/
That second boy will be surprised/
She knows what happens when you
Rhyme thighs with cries/
We get ripped for the sake of
Forgetting/
Every memory we've had about our moral's
constant tickling/
We'd cut of our legs if it means we don't have to walk/
But thanks to hunger pangs,
our bodies are already stuck in shock/
We’re never really getting out of here
But our bellies will grow/
As they eat up what we should already know/
About table manners, legal status and the pulling of hair/
Like I said before, this isn’t safe ground
It’s a dragon's lair/
The written end lines are for the sake of poetry while the slashes show the functional end lines
The Reason Why Back Stoops and Soup Kitchens Were Invented
new title
I’ve never known where the sun is supposed to rise
Never cared./
I know where it sets though,
I lived there./
I’ve got a map with a red x and black lines convening
On the center,/ the legend said we’re allied
Enter dragon lair/
Now I strap a GPS to my back so
I can calculate my position./
It weighs down my stance,
My posture’s negative
Disposition /
Is ignored for the sake of
Riding around the carousel/
With the hopes I’ll someday lift
Barbells/
To videos of trim women
Stair stepping/
I’ll need a couch so I can sit back,
Get wax spitting/
We get ripped for the sake of
Forgetting/
Every memory we've had about our moral's
constant tickling/
We'd cut of our legs if it means we don't have to walk/
But thanks to hunger pangs,
our bodies are already stuck in shock/
For every car I’ve ever driven
I’ve wondered 10 states
In search of reason./
As they come, I interpret my thoughts on a basis of
mood, integrity and season/
It’s unreasonable to think that I should move/
I’m plastered to the spot here with Gideon
And Gulliver and that's the truth/
My mind runs marathons
Backwards, twist tied to steeples/
I sit on benches with men in suits collecting
Penance for past sins
While bickering into cell phones with other faithless people/
I’m here for the souls left over/
After those with lives
Get smitten by Russel Stoeffer/
I did that once
But now I’m dead/
I sleepwalk you’re pets to get/
Nickels and dimes and trusts/
So when your kiddies are sleeping
I invade the fortress/ - take my last paycheck
Morality here is cheap/ so I cash in on
Life’s greatest mystery/
We get ripped for the sake of
Forgetting/
Every memory we've had about our moral's
constant tickling/
We'd cut of our legs if it means we don't have to walk/
But thanks to hunger pangs,
our bodies are already stuck in shock/
We hate roaming and eating cold meals
So me and the thousand gypsies call this place home/
We’ve never had a whole lot of
Come on in/
We’ll find you a bed
So you and a faceless hooker can spin/
Bottles at each other and sneak peaks at private parts/
On the internet these girls don’t have all the
Scars/
Well I’ll be, not once did you kiss me/
It’s alright she said
Your conversation was weak/
For every minute passed in the reddened dungeon/
I have to end up at another church
With other faithless souls sharing
A silent luncheon/
With other faithless souls sharing
Our worst memory over coffee and cigarettes/
With other faithless souls
Smoking stealing and building regrets/
With other Faithless souls
Grabbing preteens through backdoors/
They way they’re raised they’ll thank you Lord/
That second boy will be surprised/
She knows what happens when you
Rhyme thighs with cries/
We get ripped for the sake of
Forgetting/
Every memory we've had about our moral's
constant tickling/
We'd cut of our legs if it means we don't have to walk/
But thanks to hunger pangs,
our bodies are already stuck in shock/
We’re never really getting out of here
But our bellies will grow/
As they eat up what we should already know/
About table manners, legal status and the pulling of hair/
Like I said before, this isn’t safe ground
It’s a dragon's lair/