Monday, May 19, 2008

I ask myself exactly what you want me to do with that
I can find it makes no sense at all
Some of it is viewed with so much distaste
It's like beeing pimped out
And some of the religion just makes me want to vomit
That ain't Disney baby
Nor a financial point of view
So now I'm asking point blank
Are you the Valle to
Coz if your not I'm off it
At least the write in red
Looking at it just hurts my eyes
And just does a number on my head
Which I gave up 2 years ago
As my brothers spew
That's why I told you
I never look there for you
That's just a head fuck I'd rather duck
And others do write better to
Half the time it's the same ole line
That I've already answered to
I'm calling your hand because I don't understand
What it is exactly you want me to do
Is it the mommy recorder
I used to teach my children through
Coz that didn't have any romance in it
Or a twist upon the view
It actually seems kind of strange
And it's no love boat that I see
Or some fun filled fantasy
It actually takes away from you
And just stifles the shit out of me