Fire pon de Spliff.

Crowded Room - DiO

Enjoi … gimme FEEDBACK.

I went to UNT and got 2nd hand high/
In a 1 bedroom 1 bath where a band was playin live/
But i was more drunk than  anything/
So that nights kinda hard to describe/
And it was like 3 years and 5 months ago/
I wasnt smokin then but that was plenty blunts ago/
The monkey in the poster on my wall wants to know/
What happened after that so shit here i go/
From that show we go to get fuckin tacos/
I think i threw up in the bathroom i dont know/
Or maybe had the best piss of my life, it coulda been/
Got wasted and basically made no kinda sense to them/
After that went back to the motel with the team/
The fucked up persons ratio was 2:16/
Bob dylan was my thing to jam at the time/
I had the doors on my ipod and the end on my mind/
My mama on the other end of our letters cryin and sendin me letters/
Bout how the hospital killin her but she fine/
And then i get a phone call sayin its time/
Im on the next overseas flight to my land before time/
So I’m a lime wedge with my head in the oraphice of a dos equis at the lips/
Of a fish named rich in a bar who’s gonna take a shot of whiskey, kills his kids and then jumps off a bridge/
Back into the ocean, he’s floatin not used to usin his fins yet/
Its been years and he knows it, this is what he was hopin for/
A twin set of tiger sharks go die hard, kill rich/
smoke a bowl of seaweed, dont feel shit/
me bein the lime bein squeezed to a peel/
By a fish who slit his wrist after the neck of an eel/
Im certified the tang in the gang of murder weapons/
Like as soon as i landed, mama was droppin luggage off at check in/
They say she was waitin to see me/
Cause soon as she saw me she gave it all to me/
the blood, the strength, the guts/
To not give a fuck, live my life down and up/

War Outside —- DiO

Bare w me its a mouthful … Enjoi or Di

War’s outside and im just waitin/
The right time takes longer to come than salvation/
Im an impatient undercover double agent/
Silence my PP7 in the face of the reverend/
Step outside and channel 7 asked me about heaven/
I said it dont exist, a fabricated abyss/
Like who the hell got high and looked up to the sky/
Said when we die, well rise above and eat grapes where we lie/
I’ll survive or die tryin, my phone starts vibratin/
I answer with one hand, the other hand i try and straightin/
My button down out, the towns out against the government/
They say “suicide is the only free ride/
Out”, we ride out to cries of misery/
People hitchhikin say “my kids just across the bridge and he’s missin me”/
I swear, i swear, i’d be Bush if i aint stop/
I got the kush, im good to spark, i gave my seat to Rosa Parks/
I lost a lot in my life and next time i got a lot/
I swear ill make sure every fuckin lock on that lot’s locked/
So as i begin to walk, the sun left me with the dark/
Just a boy in a park, hounds from hell growl n bark/
I tuck my tail, dont talk, then someone yells “dont walk”/
Flashlights expose me from above like stars/
I got SARS, im not clean, i needa quarantine/
I break out in full sprint before they shut down the scene/
Im runnin on my feet, the kings blood is on my hands/
He gasp to speak his final words but i gave him no chance/
In most stories they accompany death with romance/
So tonight ive killed for the sake of love, viva la france/
Take a deep breath now/
Open your eyes and accept death now/
How you gon tell me were not headed down the wrong road/
Be standin at the gates of heaven punchin in the wrong code/
Ima hold a 420 fest downtown houston/
Say it smell like weed? i say it smell like revolution/
Cause before you know it, youll get a crack of the ol whip/
We all niggas again on a boat, dont kno where we goin/
Thats why today you must always say/
No to every question, suggestion, or simple phrase/
Cause to them your just a him, a him who fills a grave/
To get you there is fun, to kill you is a game/
There go that ball n chain, and you aint even married/
Your just under the control of liar, liar, jim carrey/
I got a sister named kerry, and i miss her very/
She got me beat by 18 years and her birthday i miss every/
Fuckin year, and each year that passes/
Is just another talley mark closer to the last, shit/
Gotta get my shit together/
Runaway before its too late/
And you are just a tuesday, a crumb from a fruitcake/
Stay in the US, and theyll just cum on your toothache/
Go anywhere else, suffer from a muggin and 2 rapes/
You are just a victim, admit it or slit it/
Forget it, if life is a drug then im far from addicted/
If my ride to the top is broke then ima fix it/
In middle school, i always used to pretend to get sick/
And now i am sick, stay high like amster-/
Damn, this is for my fam/
My baby sisters a kid and my brothers a man/
And for the plenty others, future children of my brothers/
Maybe after the war we can smoke with each other/

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