Current mood:	cynical
Current music:	EZ Rollers - In The Mix

Flyer Than An Eagle
Friday is the day

And tonight will be the night
Please don't come if you're afraid of heights

I'm flyer than an eagle (like buck 65)
Every morning when I wake up I'm thankful to be alive

I talk more shit than a mouth made of ass
my car consumes money converted into gas

Each hour on the hour I question my own life
I'll stop my own screaming when vocal cords meet knife

I'll let you in on a secret... (I know the meaning of it all)
Life ain't a meat market... more like a masquerade ball

'Cause we are all hiding in these custom costumes that we sew
patterning our lives after a television show

The show in return is a caricature of our fall
from graceland searching for the king... Shouting: "yes yes y'all!"


Some say that time heals all wounds but I think time wounds all heels
of these battered old shoes that I'm not even sure are real


I look forward to yesterday's news when it's new again
I look back to tomorrow's review to debut and then

I take off the mask that I wear every day
and I put on another and sing the blues anyways

I've got so many choices, but no will to choose
sure you can pour me a coke, but please spike it with booze

watching smoke rings shoot from the back of a truck
broke all of my mirrors (7 years bad luck)

My wrist feels real strange when time isn't strapped to it
If I don't lay off the vinyl I'm gonna scratch through it...

I'd risk it all for one moment of clarity
I write all of my rhymes with a hint of sincerity

word.