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With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots As the truth hits your ears begin to cry "Why Is It Like This!" Why the fuck do I care? I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear City lights look like bright groups of fire flies Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries Spit sparks speak to the streets The skid marks are replies Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals] The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you) As I walk out my door, step into the pollution (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions Physically the situation's hard to stop I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle) abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal) Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it) Table talk, salt and pepper conversation Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca It's a conspiracy (you know), I can't lie dukes Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I doIt goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum Steadily searching for something new under the sun But its stagnant, act of development burst of madnessA new universe in ancient, so I stay patient In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing Embracing light of America, and found a shade of darkness (underground) The traincar used to be my apartment Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout "The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!) We just getting flurries now?This for the thinkers This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers This for the absurd verdict linkers This for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is I'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporation Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation Answer this: when all that's said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run Choose one