Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz
 P.T.S. stress, we do drugs
 City air strange, sticky lungs
 Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
 And I'm cryin', cryin'
 Call out with a fiendish ring
 Broken into smithereens
 Every thing's exactly how it seems
 And it would seem
 That I am cryin', cryin'
 In a world of super duper whores
 The kids just want a little more
 Little tycos do the bloody mind sex
 With a veteran's decor
 And I'm cryin', cryin'
 So, when I step in the stop frame
 I became pure BK
 'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings
 And inhaled second hand spray
 I'm cryin', cryin'
 Where the walls talk your defiances
 And alliances were made
 With a fugitive dash after class
 To harass the gods of fame
 Cryin', cryin'
 And the goons that I collude with
 On this rude shit same way
 And will break a crab down in public
 Just to manipulate their pain
 Cryin', cryin'
 Why should I be sober
 When God is so clearly dusted out his mind
 With cherubs puffin' a bundle
 Trying to remember why he even tried
 Down here it's 30 percent every year
 To fund the world's end
 But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave
 Trying to cop the bootleg instead
 Pure savage established hard rock talk
 Circa 93 proof
 Walked the high road to infinity
 With simile truant moves
 When the wandering ration line derails
 I steal food
 Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks
 Look alive and hide tools
 On a bed that someone else made
 Trying to wait for the next boot
 When it dropped you took
 Prime-time Hellemundo off mute
 Old folks say, "Time to build"
 But demolition pays more loot
 Rip patch from your Hazmat suit
 Slip past with an odd bop
 El Producto sort of strange
 They say he stares at you, long range
 Perhaps he's lookin' past us all
 With his thousand yard gaze
 Cryin', cryin'
 And he sees how MCs
 Became contorted with their own lies
 And went from battle rap to gun talk
 Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right
 It's the city I broke down in
 The velor couture township
 Where they lost the rock box batteries
 And forgot how shit was founded
 Cryin', cryin'
 And critics all see me twisted
 They don't get my whole existence
 An actual B boy brainiac
 Who'll smack you out your mittens
 Cryin', cryin'
 Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap
 For contributing actual raps
 That's not a construct for the radio
 On that plasticine path
 I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby
 Lonely, all cast aside and homely
 Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words
 Insert hurt in a dome-piece
 And the last of all I have is yours, now
 Surrendered nice and calmly
 As a tot played on a block of bricks
 And double dutched with the zombies
 I'll rip your squad in nothing
 But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
 I built the bag that cats will drown in
 When the water's colored rust
 And the last thought that I had
 In the back of the little bus
 Was of a Oklahoma city flair
 Through kiddy flesh fade to dust
 Move with me little soldier bitty
 We'll cloak and dagger the city
 We'll hope to stagger magnificence
 Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting
 And I keep my meaning tucked deep
 So, y'all creepers give me some privacy
 Don't ask for something literal
 From a child of secret society
 There's a position to be filled
 You fuckin' assholes, keep your eye on me
 But save your precious advice
 'Cause all my life everyones lied to me
 And I'm cryin'
 Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz
 P.T.S. stress, we do drugs
 City air strange, sticky lungs
 Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
 And I'm cryin', cryin'
 Call out with a fiendish ring
 Broken into smithereens
 Every thing's exactly how it seems
 And it would seem
 That I am cryin', cryin'