Songtexte With In - Out Of Place
                                                Want 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                myself
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    i 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                shining 
                                                thru
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                life 
                                                and 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                might 
                                                of 
                                                been 
                                                the 
                                                guy 
                                                that 
                                                died 
                                                in 
                                                youth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                hide 
                                                in 
                                                suits
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                shower 
                                                troops 
                                                with 
                                                designer 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Striking 
                                                the 
                                                root
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                axe 
                                                that 
                                                cut 
                                                washington's 
                                                goof
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where's 
                                                the 
                                                soup
 
                                    
                                
                                                Been 
                                                bumming 
                                                since 
                                                my 
                                                last 
                                                pursuit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pennies 
                                                make 
                                                the 
                                                dollar 
                                                count 
                                                seem 
                                                like 
                                                petty 
                                                loot
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                steady 
                                                scoop 
                                                brings 
                                                me 
                                                closer 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bottom
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                mirage 
                                                got 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thinking 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                dreams 
                                                could 
                                                ever 
                                                solve 
                                                problems
 
                                    
                                
                                                Colored 
                                                me 
                                                bad 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                prospect 
                                                of 
                                                day 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                owned 
                                                    a 
                                                weapon 
                                                to 
                                                devastate 
                                                another 
                                                occupant
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unless 
                                                you 
                                                count 
                                                the 
                                                carbon 
                                                dioxide 
                                                that 
                                                my 
                                                rhyme 
                                                exhales
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                low 
                                                key 
                                                rapper 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                history 
                                                of 
                                                making 
                                                sales
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                faking 
                                                jail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                    a 
                                                black 
                                                man 
                                                trying 
                                                to 
                                                excel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fenced 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                propensity 
                                                that's 
                                                given 
                                                my 
                                                outer 
                                                shell
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                night 
                                                dwell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                others 
                                                never 
                                                correspond
 
                                    
                                
                                                Write 
                                                till 
                                                the 
                                                dawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                spawn 
                                                forth 
                                                another 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wag, 
                                                war, 
                                                with 
                                                tracks 
                                                adored
 
                                    
                                
                                                Act 
                                                with 
                                                sword
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                fact 
                                                to 
                                                store
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                to 
                                                bore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                it's 
                                                rap 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lack 
                                                to 
                                                pore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Any 
                                                heart 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                score
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                chapter 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mind 
                                                winds 
                                                in 
                                                strange 
                                                position
 
                                    
                                
                                                Disposition 
                                                offset 
                                                by 
                                                square 
                                                look 
                                                of 
                                                simple 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unforgiving
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                better 
                                                off 
                                                without
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                loose 
                                                leaf 
                                                psycho 
                                                with 
                                                more 
                                                scripters 
                                                then 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                lord's 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                spouse
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    a 
                                                mouth 
                                                stricken 
                                                the 
                                                doubt
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                louse
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                home 
                                                but 
                                                stuck 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Quiet 
                                                as 
                                                a
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                rhymes 
                                                with 
                                                doesn't 
                                                exist
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                plot 
                                                twist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Had 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                fall 
                                                like 
                                                pick 
                                                up 
                                                sticks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                the 
                                                remainder 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                sad 
                                                sack 
                                                of 
                                                will 
                                                it 
                                                quit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                ventriloquist 
                                                is 
                                                speaking 
                                                my 
                                                every 
                                                lisp
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                right 
                                                because 
                                                i'm 
                                                more 
                                                not 
                                                than 
                                                human
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kind 
                                                of 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                static 
                                                buzz 
                                                from 
                                                old 
                                                tv 
                                                tuning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guess 
                                                i'm 
                                                sort 
                                                of 
                                                played 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                current 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                cyber 
                                                tech
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                    i 
                                                connect
 
                                    
                                
                                                Probably 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                hold 
                                                my 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                edge 
                                                writing 
                                                verses 
                                                with 
                                                an 
                                                etch 
                                                    a 
                                                sketch
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                product 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                80's
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                verse 
                                                mind 
                                                birth 
                                                defect
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wag, 
                                                war, 
                                                with 
                                                tracks 
                                                adored
 
                                    
                                
                                                Act 
                                                with 
                                                sword
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                fact 
                                                to 
                                                store
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                to 
                                                bore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                it's 
                                                rap 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lack 
                                                to 
                                                pore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Any 
                                                heart 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                score
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Intro
2 With In
3 Yin Paradoxes
4 Fold
5 Wide Awake While Sleeping
6 Cold Stuck
7 Outside
8 For Old Times
9 Autumn
10 Good Love'n
11 Saved by the Smell
12 Dark Out
13 Sit by Me
14 The Vault
15 Outro
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