This is a different kind of hip hop, I'm givin you a drip drop Of what it's like to never flip flop or let the hits stop Fans call me Clinical, some man called me cynical For reading senate meeting minutes and getting so critical But listen, pay attention to politics where men in suits are runnin shit Passing laws protectin using all these drones and guns and shit Like peace is illegal, you American or you a bitch? Choose wise or get lost in the mix And pay attention to economics where men in suits are runnin shit Passing laws protectin them from taxes help with selling shit Your fleece has an eagle, that's gotta mean that you are someone You're still anonymous and lost in the mix See kids rockin the kicks that had Rick Ross gettin rich Meanwhile the real boss was a man in his 60's with cuff links it's all smoke and mirrors, unspoken terrors, and the joke is clearer When you get a view of bygone eras Cause history is cyclin while we get broken down like glycogen And Mike 'n' Ike's have dye in them, who knows what cancer lies in them? I'm just a cop cockin a glock in a post apocolyptic ocean mist In other words I'll shoot you into the future with my prcociousness I vomit andromedas you see my intelligence quotient is Higher than thermometers you see chicken stuck n roastin with So keep your hands ready for the spectacle, observe listen and learn And we can ALL get Clinical Free speech brings out the flower child in me, totally copacetic But Clinical's so mimetic, so you never really know what you're gettin My myelin hits the ozone, I'm a violin virtuoso On the vocal folds, smokin to Paul Oakenfold Got the hot noggin, not the Haagen Dazs and we been droppin bombs of trauma one day we'll wonder they're bombin us, Obama Drones with civillian flesh residue I'm a one man obsessed protest and expect no less of you Topple monopolies, mephistophele comedies Heckle records with sodomy, dick through the 45 hollow piece Hike up thermometers, vomit comets kilometers Been a monitor of the people ever since I was taught to pray to steeples Got a momazon who expects me to be a phenomenon So I strap the helmet on and vroom vroom kick start the rebellion on Pit and the pendulum, dope, put a big ol' bend in the end of the rope So if the sickle misses the throat, that's how I'm endin 'em

[Verse 1] He's so nebulous, reputation is everything Myopic, forgot to see the forest for the oaks and The maple leaves swingin' to the ground like the feather In the Forest Gump opening credits, he wants to get it So bad he sometimes forgets to be a fan first What made him rap in the first place, that damn thirst To publish verbal puzzles, between his herbal guzzles Lookin' at the purple skies nightly in his blanket huddled All he wanted was his self expression Fell in love with hip hop and learned a bunch of lessons Now he's tryin' to stay focused But he's bound to be hopeless every time he hears that little chorus Tellin' him he can't do it, screw it, Steve Too many fish in the pond, why did you believe? In the first place, prolly 'cause since my first race I've been eyeing first place I got a mind to push envelopes, Feel my heartbeat in every kick, ears are the stethoscope My biggest fear is to let my hopes fade How about you? I got a feeling it's the same [Chorus] Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we go to bed As depressing as it seems, at least we got to dream Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we, go to bed As depressing as it might seem, makes you never wanna fight dreams [Verse 2} Step one, sit down and write a verse Step two, got a joint, hell I might as well go light it first Permission granted for isolation participation It's not the healthiest, God grant me emancipation Try to tame Great Dane level temptation Guess I'm afraid of being lost when I run out of patience I'm just a young man getting older Got a job and a hobby and a school diploma So what I want when I wake Is the same thing I wanted with my mom cooking steak When I was little, a mansion by the ocean was her favorite But lately I've been barely makin' paycheck to paycheck Played it in the tape deck, Guru and Primus And now the mic and me are like the blanket and Linus Used to be a boyscout back when I was young Then on to track and now I'm on the track attackin with my tongue [Chorus] Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we go to bed As depressing as it seems, at least we got to dream Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we, go to bed As depressing as it might seem, makes you never wanna fight dreams [Verse 3) I got the vocal box with the locusts My only hope is that I'll never ever lose focus I go by Clinical, stop in to drop a miracle I can be serious, and I can be hysterical Wifey's an Aquarius, prolly cause I'm a marigold Siphoning life from hearing her pipes when the Holy Spirit goes thru 'em And I wake up to a voice so beauteous One you'll get it why I said I rap for the two of us In the meantime we'll go to skating rinks And wonder if our future child is gonna have the sandy kinks It doesn't really matter in the end, couldn't be gladder Won't pretend I wasn't sadder in the past and that it won't last That's the unpredictability of being human You wanna last, you need agility, a proper view and Tolerance of pain instead of hollerin' insane Up in the parlor with the neck vains swellin' 'til you split your melon [Chorus] Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we go to bed As depressing as it seems, at least we got to dream Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we, go to bed As depressing as it might seem, makes you never wanna fight dreams

[Chorus] I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid [Verse 1] Scratch tickets on the ground, come on now people Look around and think about it, How many people lookin down on their luck? How many lookin stuck in a rut cause a WIC check comes then what? I'm sick a hearing about little babies, and ladies with no men, no rent, and no sense About how to get out, how to set things straight It's kind of funny what I heard once in a debate: [recorded voice] "Gosh but to tell our kids that before you have children, you oughta consider getting married first, well that's a great idea." (laughing) Like it's that fuckin simple, you don't understand I know that I'm just one man But the whole damn country is tramplin upon the weak Why are Republicans red? Oh yeah, blood on their feet (laughs) I'm not a spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cause he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid How many problems can I fix, with the he said, she said high jinks? None, nada, zip. Gonna take to the beat like Jack the Rip And spread education, I get a standing ovation with the motivation I'm facin topics with, bird droppings slip, from the sky I don't mind I'm already the shit [Chorus] I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid [Verse 2] Look up at the sky, you and I we're not alone The U.S. got domestic drones See it's fucked up and dangerous like junkies on angel dust, Is it supposed to be safe for us? Presidential kill lists, no due process Sounds a lot like police in the projects An understatement to say it's obnoxious But not an overstatement to say it's obnoxious [voice recording about military industral complex] (that's fucked up) I've heard of the words 'protect and serve' But drones in the sky? What next will emerge? I'm not about police states I'm about makin sure that our freedom stays free these days It might sound like ramblin and nonsense, Look how senators respond to comments Always evading, with no apologies Half study law, so you know their psychology (laughs) [Chorus] I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid [Verse 3] Last verse, to sum it all up We still got folks in the slums, comin up As little kids, 'believe in your government' They won't protect you, but they might suspect you Makes it irrelevant, doesn't it? Oven mit hot topics Never touched like they're celibate, hot rockets Watchin you, what could come of it? Someone's gettin paid While you get a lump of shit Off defense equipment, I jump the fence and Rip it all off like a stripper and kept it How clever, inject it in your skin like a virus Watch the color change in your iris See it's silent now when I spoke Obama gotta give you credit for the drones in our homes While the poor still shredded, indebted to masters, No lyrical edit This is dirty version Lyrical insurgent with a mind probe like a surgeon Clinical, I'm not cynical, I'm hopeful Words of insight, you know I gotta coat full Don't stop fighting, connect the dots People speakin outta all fuckin sides of their mouths Weed through the jungle, machete with a pen I'm just doin my part, spreadin the news to you friend (ooh) [Chorus] I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid

[Chorus] It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious [Verse 1] The powerful and humanistically deficient, often elude conviction Through a rude addiction, blowin the bugle to show depictions Of the proletariat as do gooders workin for common good I search the noggin good, bobbin for something Robin Hood The patronizing is stabilizing like vaporizing So as we labor, the man with the saber's paper's rising Christmas bonuses, only a loan cause business owns us See the onus is on us to show no one controls us I'm boner pills to blue jeans, riddled with semen stains Pop off the top, swallow and then I watch the demon drain The subtle slight of hand, man behind the curtain This is the real evil, backroom deals, smoke screens and serpents Converging interests, nepotism is incest Rapid rhythms of business cause palpitations in men's chests Capitalism sins best after we happily invest Trapped in an algorithm where the mathematics has been fixed [Chorus] It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious [Verse 2] We're deactivating unions and captivating the humans With the crap factories make, detach realities and tune in Approach singularity, businesses with the power, we Fightin for workin hourly, letting a few in And keep the rest out, while we beat breasts about Being the best, eagle crest, but the nest is out Of many people's reaches, ignore what Jesus teaches Depart to places of poverty with the regal beaches Rewarding greedy leeches, who steal when they reach us With credit cards, we sit at bars and drink away the stress that slowly eats us We take the sins and maladies of the seniority Fuck it, I'm spinnin a vision, original tragedy, my story see I'm solid gold, acknowledge boldly my influence In a country that's stolen from the cousins of the Inuits Some hangin by the boot straps, the noose cracks the neck That's the true tax, this view has the youth packin techs [Chorus] It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious [Verse 3] A meritocracy is like Heaven, so hard to see Cause bureaucracies tend to block vision in botched democracies And our greed's simply like God risen with the power to build Byzantines We say our mission's clean while we keep our prison's mean Control with mortar, we order wars at the border The drones touring and slaughtering children, oops, at the corner Call it necessary casualties, we're less than fragile, see We're blastin assholes east for everlasting peace And everywhere I see a sedentary population People controlled by the roles of Uncle Sam's narration New Jim Crow, a throwback to those who Told Blacks to go and don't act like you don't know I got the focus, though, to see the hocus pocus go A plague of locusts, no, it's just the age of hopeless so On the stage my opus blows, under the dopest flows As I retire to the pyre, catch fire and smoke

[Intro] Let's get into it, let's get into it 1, 2, 3, 4 [Chorus] My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? [Verse 1] So, my dreams are solid gold, large and bold Impressed upon the mountainside, go out and cry, they echo out and multiply You sit with sunken eyes, and sulk and try to look alive To rectify your hellish 9 to 5, I couldn't justify Denying all my early life in in search of chasing money Replacin friends with business buddies, wrestlin deadlines every Monday I'm on my own path, do not come ask me what my plan is I got myself this far, I'm pretty sure I'll get to finish And I got my savvy smarts so that preceding caveat Should ward off any self assured and preachy types, I carry lots Of reason to go on with music, the first bein How I choose to use it, reinvent the world and how I view it. Picture like when your mother uses those electric beaters And the metal bars rotate while the batter hits the ceiling That liquid cake is like my energy, a sweet nectar Penetratin everything, the sugary sweetness hemorrhaging I got a rhyme cadence flowin and a stage presence going And it's time that I'm showin everyone what I've been knowing All along to every songs instrumental section That I could wreck it like my job is really demolition Hallucinations, delusions of fame and fortune The incorrect reason to pursue entertainment, just watch me You gotta have some irons in the fire, but you also need to gather tinder To bring it into existence in Winter [Chorus] My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? [Verse 2] Where am I going? What am I doing? Boy, I'm lucky Easily could become 'where are my royalties? Who am I suing?" All for nothing And I'm not plugging that you keep from climbing the ladder But I'm just trying to analyze methodically my future If I DO do good with music, how could I confuse it With a lavish lifestyle and synonymize it With happiness, trapped in a facsimile With rappin it's worthless if life becomes purposeless Encirclin me When I was once in control, now I'm curled up in a ball Feelin like I was in school, so isolated, alone But if I could rock an open mic like every single night And mingle in the crowd afterwards, yeah I'd be alright And get paid just to do it, no question I'd pursue it But so would everyone, I know I'm sayin nothing new But still my blood boils like insurgencies, a military coup That burdens me, like everytime I think the perfect world for me Would soon arrive, and I'd revive the local music scene Restoring power to the people to decide what sinks and swims And I would recommend you come to see me Don't have to buy a CD, just be the one twistin like the screw of Archimedes Expressing verbally you need me, and I'll be on stage With the nerve to serve the ladies and the gentlemen Hot like Hades, Beelzebub, the Devil sings, spurtin outta my mouth Thunderin loud like the kettle drum [Chorus] My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? [Verse 3] So in the end when all is said and done the war's within I pay no attention to those who decrease motivation I take the pen and get to spillin ink silly Paper's fillin, so it's clear that what you really think is nothing My ability is something that is humbling, I rise like finished dumplings Despise the men in cufflinks, financial district men get assimilated It's rough and, tumble livin hand to mouth, but at least I feel I'm a man with clout when I stand with open mouth Approach the stage with a rage, came to cave em in With lyrical intensity like Im quotin the Raven man I'm staring out the windows, to see which way the wind blow I guarantee I'll see a thousand rappers go where it goes I make originality my top priority How many raps you know use the acoustic with authority I bring the clarity in ways you couldn't fathom I'm scarin em with a smile like my name is Wednesday Addams I'm splittin atoms and hittin Saturn in gritty patterns I treat detractors like Bilbo Baggins in little wagons Get carried off while fans rally around me Down the alley where I started rapping, have you heard me lately? Grapey apey in my mind, spreadin rabies in the rhymes Like scabies in the skin, give me your ear and then I'm in What a career I'm just beginning, it's definitely not the ending Used to dream of this and then I made it happen, now I'm ranting [Chorus] My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy? My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby" Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?

[Chorus] If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling) Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl [Verse 1] Lisa drinks a lot with her husband, But her husband's not who she's lovin Her husband's not good at something like trusting her out in public Got his name on the sublet, he makes the money that runs it, so she's Bound to him, a gag order don't frown at him And don't give him lip, cause he'll make it split drowinin in his prescription He's her addiction, fuck her conviction, Everytime he gets convicted, she tricks the system And bails him out, so he can wail and shout Sometimes her son is home, so she behaves until her cousin takes him out And then she eggs him on, it's like she likes it They're drunk and she takes his ear and then she bites it Who do ya know who goes to work black and blue, that's a clue But no one said anything like "shhh, that's a clue" You don't know how hard it is to stare right at the bruise I worked with her at the drive-thru, 6am to noon [Chorus] If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling) Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl [Verse 2] His nose is runny, suppose it's funny, but now it's bloody Always corroding, this dope is broke cause coke is money We're slow like honey to him, his world is super sunny His daughter wanted a pony, he told her, 'okay, Jenny' She's savin pennies for rabbit food, her mother doesn't Have the heart to break it to her, Daddy's breakin that one, too He's busy wallowing behind a closed door And he's comin to you no more, unless you are his paid whore He's still a deadbeat, his bed wreaks like dead meat For ten weeks, he's been on a binge, he calls it a winning streak There's still nothing in his fridge, so when his little peach visits him it's out to Mcy D's and then the town beach He gives her just enough hope and rope to hang herself She gives him just enough hope to fuckin kid himself He's too deluded, inflated to go and kill himself But he's goin and flurtin with death dirty like his bill of health [Chorus] If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling) Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl [Verse 3] Life gets weirder and weirder the more it goes on She just found out he's not her real dad, wait hold on Always noticed no resemblance, but never asked questions She's light headed on the night he said it and has to role on With school, the eighth grade, where secrets even friends say She just started to wax her eyebrows and now the wax and wane of life The ebb and flow has come and scooped her up, is this God with punishment Cause she used booze to loosen up? At the party the other night, she's starting to feel a bit A squeeze in the stomach, now vomits comin up she's running Barely made it to the bathroom, mother's in the staff room And when she punches out, she's comin home to feel the wrath soon What made him choose now, she moves to the ground A carousel of emotion, inhaling aerosol motion What other secrets are kept from her, it has to be destined That the man who rejected her is out there expecting her [Chorus] If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling) Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl

[Verse 1] It's hard to break down your family, look my family's made me break down So angry, like face down in the pantry, I'm talkin about those Many heavy tensions, resentments don't get talked about That maybe should, maybe they'd do some good if we could work em out But you know the past what with its wicked shackles I look at the past and what we been made to tackle Some are insane obstacles (what?) I mean obstacles, gotta give props To Mom, phenomenal, she operated with child support lacking when Dad was optional And sister and brother got issues they wish to uncover No tissues when I had discovered, just shock, felt like I had fists of rubber Wrists of blubber, body limp, damn my family's been through things That changed my whole perspective like plot twists to show detectives and My head's in a knot, my depression is hittin the spot It's a blessin, believe it or not, my mama's wonderin what I'm talking about It's better to rot than confessin your innermost thoughts That's what I thought til I grabbed the mic, now everyone's wonderin what I'm talking about [Chorus] I learned to sing cause there are things in life that sting And what we bring to the mic is topics that I thought you'd wanna talk about Cause we got problems in our family, broken bottles if you feel me I wanna feel the love so we can work it out I learned to sing cause there are things in life that sting And what we bring to the mic is topics that I thought you'd wanna talk about Cause we got problems in our family, broken bottles if you feel me I need to feel the love so we can work it out [Verse 2] I remember this one fight in the car, sucks, it damaged me Ran behind the nearby Starbucks, and cried until my mom's text I got inside the car and everyone was silent, sister reachin back to hold my hand, no opening my eyelids We got home, I told her we can't seem to all go out together Without settlin out whatever, or these shouts will sprout forever Don't think my family wasn't close to me, the opposite We're stars up in the sky until a comet hits, how hard is it? To understand the push and pull of family roots that fun deep I think I have a few fans who know exactly what I mean Dysfunction's nothing new, it can be subtle or subdued, But it's always been conspicuous, rich or poor some ridiculous Shit is happening right now, legal battles in the court Could be divorce, restraining orders, or a fight now, Down to depression, anxiety, tension, broken sobrieties We all got family issues, mine inspire me (Talkin) What else can they can do? I'm through with them beating me down. . . [Chorus] I learned to sing cause there are things in life that sting And what we bring to the mic is topics that I thought you'd wanna talk about Cause we got problems in our family, broken bottles if you feel me I wanna feel the love so we can work it out

[Verse 1] 8am, another day in bed, while we all get ready for work He works on another reason to stay in bed 10 'o clock and 11 both pass by You'd never know he's been awake since past 5 Quick sand in his blanket, webs in his head He's like a mummy, why isn't his tummy fed He's hungry, but hungry's not enough to get him running Red eyes from the rubbing, meds dry up his tongue and Bed wetting is a side effect, if there was anyway outta this Wretched lethargy he'd get up, pack, and fly direct But all he knows is what he knows, sweaty toes, smelly clothes Damp socks, he's toxic anywhere he goes His friends left in the dust by his apathy His bikes now covered in rust, and barely has a seat And helpin mom out with the rent's outta the question He cannot hold a job while he's held by his depression So he just stays there, glazed by the sun rays, Another year down, another one to waste Wanna break the shackles, doesn't know where to go Paralyzed by the fear of the unknown [Chorus] So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness When we look, all we see is our own eyelids So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island All they get is tiny violins So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness When we look, all we see is our own eyelids So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island All they get is tiny violins [Verse 2] Ballet for Shima, that used to be her passion Well that and fashion, first to go to college, Study both was her hope and that hope was everlasting Until her friends introduced the concept of fasting Now she's calorie counting and every plate her mother Places in front of her looks like that of a mountain But, no one's suspecting her, she's naturally thick She's got a little way to go until she looks really sick, but Fast forward a year later, she's on the radar Her mother's technique now is just to yell at her She's tellin her she's too heavy, that those White friends are too petty Now she wants to quit ballet, she's too heavy In her mind's eye, blinded by something, She doesn't even know, an elusive beauty goal With a solid foundation of feelin no control Quest to regain it lands her in the hospital With tubes pumpin the liquid nutrition into her Her dreams slip away from now, will they remember her? Before it's too late, all day she ruminates She's got the wrong body type, she wants a body like A ballerina. . . One of those skinny ballerinas, she used to dance with [Chorus] So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness When we look, all we see is our own eyelids So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island All they get is tiny violins So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness When we look, all we see is our own eyelids So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island All they get is tiny violins [Verse 3] He's locked in a box in his heart Conditioned by his environment just to rot In his cell, he fucked up in life, fucked up with his wife Got fucked up on white with a cop one night Oops, like father, like son the way his life runs Parallel to a weak vein, every weak rain Cocaine made him sane, gave him great fame Everybody knew Dane until the case came Then they all disappeared, no he's friend impaired Ratted a dealer out, his sentence now is just a year Shitty state drug rehab, imagine In and out, easy relapse, and now he's back in Jail bars close, you bet the guard knows Dane's one of a million, his brain's a chameleon Changin permanently with the magic dust that he needs That keeps him in the unjust system, in the weeds Labeled a criminal, really a victim Remembers when he got his dad coffee and he kicked him Cause it was too cold, now they're too old to make amends That's how his story ends [Chorus] So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness When we look, all we see is our own eyelids So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island All they get is tiny violins So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness When we look, all we see is our own eyelids So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island All they get is tiny violins

[Verse 1] Some didn't know that Clin could chill out In time my frame would fill out Haven't sold many records so I Keep tellin myself I'm no sell out I shop for vinyl, drop lines in style Got beats in piles I'm so blood thirsty that I just spit viles Trails for miles I'm down with radical cause And question definitions of probable cause Don't mess with prodigal politics When it comes to stocks and wars And all those bottles that I would drink Had to give it up, now it's gone Had to develop another rappin style Had to just get up and now I'm back for a while Got a release, a little EP for you, Smokin it up and watchin CB4 Grip the bic, inject ink so sick I'm hip to shit that gives off that stink I could rap flowers for hours Embarrass the sourness cowering Under my feet, I will repeat I'm not gonna retreat, keep getting deep And turn those pickles to pickled beets I rap over them, and they will see A map showin them how to be free Not how to me, arouse you like Cialis And I see Alice come to me one night Give a flash of my left ring finger Fitted with a silver ring from my lovely lady Sit back, relax and enjoy these phrases [Verse 2] 16 bars, 16 bars, bite one of my lines End up with 16 scars It's not that serious, look at Clinical's drive They don't know quite what gear he is No pantomime, when I'm on my rant rhyming Got cancer climbin, look at my sample's timin It is clearly driving this damn assignment Unravel my tongue like a red carpet Head to head's where I wanna start my heart gets Blood pumpin, my gut is rumblin Got a fuck all stuck and stumblin Cause he sucks but he won't stop mumbling 20 bucks says he won't stop pummeling With the words that'll make or break you Done on take 2, Clinical break thru Takin your finicky, cynical shit away Tricky with remedies, lips sticky from the Heavenly nectar That I am spitting all day Getting all gray cause I'm getting old saying that a Clinical track, Yep is good for your brain Stick a thermometer, hit em phenomenal, I'm a bit a Mohammed Ali, and that is insane What I say is plain as rain on African plains, I'm not for that fame I'm out for that pang, pang in the heart that went bang bang right, right From the start. See I'm kinda dangerous, a gladiator, monster in the attic with strangers And I'm a gladly cater to no rapper's flavor, just cause they're famous [Verse 3] This is sicker than a 'hit that ass, click clack blast, big fat blunt smoke rap That's cashin in on those formulas that keep seepin into those cochleas I'm baskin on top of those patios, to listen to some college radio Cause too many mainstream radio waves will assimilate you like daily It's all just a fad like the Paleo diet, maybe I'll buy it Then again maybe I'll just stick a fuckin knife in my left eye socket Strap my tongue to a mother fuckin rocket I lock it, and pocket the key, cause no wack rapper's gonna cop it from me The secret's believing and not bein meek You be you, cause you're not bein me, stop copyin me The cigarette burnin your feathers, the minute you turn I'm a get it Usurpin the senate with purpose embedded in Certain kinetic linguistic features, rip shit preacher Stay cool and calm cause I need you When the needle drops believe you me I'll heave n ho til the people go Obscene at my show and streak-ah That's Clinical, needs dental and medical Spit so strong that his teeth broke But that's minimal, I once totaled a rental Spit til I got my steering wheel soaked With a crash, bang suck a predicament Up in the thick of it, thinkin I like the stink of it I'm on the bring of it, don't even think of it Dynamite, saw me lickin on the tip of it

[Chorus] It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life [Verse 1] The stress of opening back up the past They say it's complicated, that term will never be outdated If it was a race, I would crash and come in last Tryin to run away from it, the guilt that left me devastated, see See my father was a smart man, charismatic Everyone in the town knew him, I was proud about it I used to stay up with him, late, forgot about it He chain smoke, while we drank coke, shouldn't a done it But at the time when you're a kid it's all normal Like hearin Mom,, tell me things about him that were horrible He went to work sometimes, sometimes he didn't My mom got child support, 'cept when she didn't She was so stressed at the time, yelling at me Dad, cool and calm, I liked him always happy Tackle football in the yard, we'd wrestle on the ground Two peas in a pod, jeez, I really miss him now [Chorus] It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life [Verse 2] So what's the song about, it sounds like pleasant reminiscing Well, at 25, I'm sick a sulkin over this thing Sick a staring at the wall numb, it's all dumb Sick a wondering if I'll ever get a call from him Sick a figurin it all out, When It just comes down To how things got blown out of proportion, when I turned 10, things shifted He started getting pissed off, so I started drifting More and more to my mom's house Realizing how much time my dad was spending on the couch I saw a hypocrite who couldn't be a real man I heard the stories how he's steal money from the fam The 5th grade was a coming of age I guess my mom thought she saw the turning of a page Talked to her lawyer, who told me write a letter I just wanted some space, now it's a legal separation? (Damn, I didn't plan for that. I didn't plan for that. to happen like that) [Chorus] It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life [Verse 3] So I sit down and pen a letter to my father Still terrified to face it, there's a copy in my mom's basement 'Dear Dad, I love you but I'm gonna stay with mom for now. . .' The rest I repressed and I'm Not sure if there's an encore in store for us I never heard back, didn't know what ignoring was Supposed to mean, Now I know he did not have the Capacity to be there, he had his own demons And I grew up dreamin that I tore us apart But in hindsight, maybe I just saw in his heart That his heart wasn't in it, but my heart wasn't finished fully growing, fully molding, at 10 years old And in a minute I would take him back That's what I grew up thinking But I jumped ship, so instead I grew up sinking And everybody's got their stories, that's one of mine If you ever think about me, Dad, I'm doin just fine. . . [Chorus] It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life It's hard to write a hook for this Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life It's either that or the after life

[Verse 1] King of linguistics, semantics, in case you missed it My wicked rant takes fanatics to the most sadistic Addictive, seductive, prolific spots Manipulative plot to wreak a wicked, wretched hot Shot, plan, serving skeptics verbal neuroleptics They didn't think the track would make 'em go insane Lemme pick your brain, lemme rearrange everything you think you know About a sick and wicked flow Stickin out your nose, stuck up, delivering the lowest form of prose Couldn't hold a candle to Clinical it goes Without saying, without berating, I'm operating late at night coop the saying All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so I combine the two to make noise When given opportunity to voice opinion, I'm feeling comfortable in my little dominion Will I awake in the Dominican Republic with a million dollar mansion and a ranch with an extension for a quest? Or will I pray to God to get enough cash for rent? Wait, Lemme write a verse first Yes, Let me shape a little piece of model clay Outta my way, I forgot how to play nice Late nights in the same seat brings heat Need to release these beasts, gotta bring peace Peace be with you, peace be with me Peace be with clouds, peace be with trees Peace be with frisbees flyin outta the hands of the youth into man's best friend's teeth [Verse 2] Peace to the custodian, who opened up the music room So I could bury these things like a funeral All skills final, immutable, indisputable, like a rhino Chargin with the tool to kill You fold a hand when you think that it's losable I'm like John Proctor in the Crucible I'm cocksure when the clock turns over to Daylight savings, ain't nothing like makin a new day Great,elated a raving, lunatic soon equipped with a studio to move a load of tracks Massive attack, like a big acidic batch, fatale wait til Clinical gets paid in full They don't know, the industry still sells stems, seeds, and hemp leaves If they don't go, expanding the goals, or raising the bar, I'm raging a war Marketing plots target low denominators sellin shit I wouldn't buy in a parking lot for later Pickin locks and pickin pockets, hope the people think about it He could drop a friggin bomb and still they couldn't live without him Back in action, acrobatic rap assassin, moving fluid rhythms suitable to ruin solar systems Over hills and open fields, holdin global wisdom Showin all his focus and his hocus pocus mysticism His only mission is existin in his current myth n, Makin music entertainin, rainin down upon With any subject you could fathom, he could take it on From immigration, all the way to bein beaten on [Verse 3] Last verse cursed worse, in any order order setting borders order all the mortar, sorta like a call to war. Torturous the water boarder fortress, causing only boastin when I'm roastin most of rappers with an attitude Sad and rude beatified, canonized, flying through your mind with a can of gasoline to let it atomize Mescaline illusion eyes, Aleutian Island paradise, hallucinate with lucid eyes Posin like your crucified, mystifyin education I provide I risk annihilation, sighin all the whie, when I collide With the cochlea to soak it to the follicle Like Annie Oakley, poking it so accurate, maniacal Tyrannical like icicles, sharp cold and wild tones Can't be contained by a metronome, can't see my name I'm a letchu know, Clinical, the clinic is a second home Where my verbal treachery is takin hold Catch my breath, let mind rest, in my zest, the zeal is real Is that my best? What do I have left? What do I access, to seal the deal? Every line an homage to my dreams, communicate by pedagogical means Why? I'm more than mere mirage of a sea to a heat stroke victim, I even resurrect him. . .