the flow of life i'm not giving up the fight five days a week i'm in my cell from the tube to the cube to the underground under neon skies here i am,
in the flow of life i'm not giving up the fight five days a week i'm in my cell from the tube to the cube to the underground under neon skies here i am
time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head
burn bitches to whom it may concern with this Gotta learn this is to all my foes Them baby mommas swervin' Neons and Geos Cause they nigros to peep my
in the head If life's a shadow, gimme a shot in the head Colourblind, slightly cock-eyed The world at your feet in the city tonight Burning like a flame
it's overload, we hug our pillows Heads inbreeded wit barcodes, it begins to burn, slow like charcoal Millions of civilians ride by the carloads They head
