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• Artiste: Malcolm Palmer
• Titre: Nothing Ever Changes
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Evil deeds in my mouth and my eyes are red counting sheep in the shallow sleep, sweating in my bed I could get up,but I lay here instead and I listen to the music in my head I see fucked up clowns and bloody bathroom floors knives that keep spilling from a hundred open drawers alligator pimps and hungry young whores and a hundred businessmen selling caskets door to door my teeth are crackin, and my lungs are black, yah i ain't got no moneys that I can stack brick by brick till it break my back keep my posessions in a burlap sack and every train I get on goes off the track I smoke three trees and drink a bottle of jack yah, my best friend is six she got no veins to smack living downtown, underground in between the cracks *I forget my name and I feel just like a stranger nothing remains the same but nothing ever really changes and I forget my name and I feel just like a stranger nothing remains the same but nothing ever really changes* little kids in the street try to sell me drugs they ain't even 16 but they acting like thugs they say what you need you need weed, rocks blows? they say, if you hang around we'll introduce you to the hoes. They say, watch me pimp this white bitch real slow. They keep an eye up on the punks and the pros and the players and the snitches and of course the po po's who sometimes come dressed in civilian clothes. If this white boy here aint 5-0, then every brown person in the neighborhood knows why he came down to the ghetto he must be looking for drugs or hoes ** I know this girl that gets all emotional. if you say the wrong thing even if its unintentional. the way she thinks is unconventional she prides herself on being unoriginal. she dont take nothing serious shes a full time junky so she's constantly dilerious trying to escape from the human experience. how she's still alive is more or less mysterious. and everytime i see my women slappin that wrist I take my pen out of my pocket and i put it in my fist do i have to go on or do you all get the jist? she wraps the belt around twice and then she gives it a twist soon she will forget about the lips that she's kissed the time that she wasted the chances she's missed shes a real good liar a bad pacifist and some people pretend that she doesn't exist **