[Goretex]

Life's riddles are strange, I'm sick of the days/daze the art of dyin'

to symbolize change, witness the pain

Blocks of free cheese, Becky sold her crib for coke

Slept with the baby and crushed her ribs in the middle of smoke

Close encounters, pedophiles in schools posing as janitors

Backgrouns checks where they collected the death tolls from Canada

Acura shootouts under my windows filled with passengers

Throwbacks splattered with brains, zip them up with no bandages

Anybody gets it, somebody wetted JMJ

No respect for his craft, shot in his face, laughed and they ran away

Too many massacres, too many babies pass away

I'm only blastin' to comfort you humans in the last days



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We turn the page, the inner self, it's the art of dying

The book of change  blood, we never stopped climbin'

Time be movin' too fast, it's just the art of dying

Police sirens, no food in the fridge, mama's cryin'



We turn the page, the inner self, it's the art of dying

The book of change  blood, we never stopped climbin'

Time be movin' too fast, it's just the art of dying

Police sirens, survivin' this life, mama's dyin'



[Goretex]

I asked God if I'm redeemed at all for things I seen and did

As a kid I grew up foul with bitterness from being poor

Beat up Puma's and pants, didn't understand

Fightin' with mom, the pizza place don't take food stamps

I'm losin' my grip, everybody's pops was strict

My uncle was cool till the cancer devoured his dick

I never looked back, I buried more souls than I knew

Eulogies so familiar to me, tears and the stench of glue

Predict apocalypse, cynic visions of two

Mini images of towns fallin' and women consumed

These killers have proved it boils down to oil and food

Another newscast hovers the clouds to poison the mood



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[Goretex]

Prescriptions we don't need, religion we don't feed

Get the Henny out, sellin up V's and smokin' trees

Stay tanked up, double shanks up, spiritually bankrupt

Walk through Canarsie like Big bangin', gettin' my gangs up

These little hoes sellin'  checks for stoges

Tradin' ya diapers for dutches, benefits for clothes

Hockin' freebies, she rockin' on socks stinkin' of feces

Video bitches, easy to pop, most are disease freaks

Shorty with five seeds and three in her face

Whilin out, smokin' krills up, puffin' up in the baby's face

Get him some Ritalin, quick, he turns killer when

He starts illin', never got love, never to live again

Who break the cycle, his life is only to kill again

Once innocent but the hatred's turnin' on him again



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