O.C., The

O.C., The - Outtro (Sabatoge) songtekst

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[unknown speaker]

Hallelujah!  Inhale the air, while it lasts

We're here to be studied

Slaves we've been - hell, we still are

We own nothin, we fight for nonsense

It's all science fiction

Dreams in excess, equals positive, objectives

Bronx streets, poisoned humans, polluted minds

Distortion..



[O.C.]

Life.. death..

Man woman and child.. yeah..

Planet Earth.. all these things..

Listen..



My mind is grand like endless sand

Warnin off the seafloor defeats the flam

For some strange reas' I sees my outcome

Sorta like fate was besaw by Malcolm

The stage is my panel, the crowd are my disciples

They control my music, and it's lifecycle

Friends hard to come by, they shady when I strut

Fools stand back, waitin layin in the cut

Hate but smilin, spitin my light

Hooker she be evil lookin sharp as a knife

From dawn to dusk, my ass I bust

Limit my cuss, in God I trust

Flush bad memories, smash thoughts of enemies

Focus on solutions, come up with remedies

Infinite thought supports me throughout so

So much more to say but, this is the outtro

(this is the outtro..)



[unknown speaker]

We all perish one day

We suffer until the end

Who gets the happiness?  How do we find it?

Why do we keep up the habit?

Why do we continue?  Where is the break end?

Can we be cleansed, mentally?

Help us, endure us

Pollution clutters the black woman's mind

We're all ghetto struck..

Sabatoge!  [echoes to fade]
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