“At Church” Song

I was listening to 60s on 6 on XM radio the other day and one of my favorite classics came on: "Downtown" by Petula Clark. Some new words started coming into my mind. I know sometimes it's difficult to know when God is calling you to do things, but the new words wouldn't leave me and I felt called to re-write the lyrics to express the warmth, peace, and direction one can get when they are at church. I called it "At Church" and here are the new lyrics:

“AT CHURCH”
TO THE TUNE OF “DOWNTOWN” BY PETULA CLARK
NEW WORDS BY MIKE IRVAN
When you’re alone and life is making you hurting
You can always go to church
When you’ve got worries, all the praise and the worship
Seems to help, I know, at church

Just listen to the music of the praise band on the stage
Sitting on the pew seats with your bible at the ready
How can you lose?
The days are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your pain

So go to church
Days will be great when you’re at church
No finer place to be, at church
Jesus is calling for you

Don’t let Satan’s ways or your problems consume you
You can fight it all at church
Maybe you know some others to invite too
Who needs him too (invite them) to church

Just listen to the preaching of the gentle preacher sir
You’ll say amen with him too before service is over
Happy always
The days are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your pain

So go to church
Where all the days are bright, at church
Waiting for you alright, at church
You’re gonna be alright now, at church

At church
At church

And you will find somebody kind to help and understand you
Someone who is just like you and needs uplifting too
Guide them along
So maybe I’ll see you there
We can forget all our troubles, forget all our pain

So go to church
Things will be great when you’re at church
Let’s get in the car (and) head to church
Jesus is waiting for you at church

At church (at church)
At church (at church)
At church (at church)
At church (at church)

What Is To Blame - lyrics

Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote sometime after my ex-wife and I called it quits.  I hope you enjoy it.

WHAT IS TO BLAME

Please don’t go and leave me.
If you do, I’ll just be so lonely.
If you do, I don’t know how my life would be.
When I see you, my life is full of glee.
When I’m with you my burdens are gone and I’m finally free.

I may have problems, this I do agree
But I can’t help but have them, you see
Some things in life you just can’t get over
Seems like I keep seeing my past reflection as I get older
Yes, I’m a loner – but this I can not help,
It all goes back to when I was younger – when I was never
ac-cep-ted
But when I see you, I no longer feel as down and blue

Girl, why do you feel you gotta leave?
Why do you gotta go and leave me so lonely?
I’m so in love with you, and now I’m losing you, and I don’t
know what to do
There’s no one I want in my life besides you.

Yes, I have my problems
But it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be loved the same.
Girl, you’re my eternal loving flame
And you want to leave me, now that’s a shame.

What is to blame?

My Mind’s Eye - Lyrics

This is a song I wrote after my ex-wife and I called it quits to express how I felt at the time.  Enjoy.

MY MIND’S EYE

In my mind's eye you're still there
In my mind's eye you still care
In my mind's eye you still love me

Why did you have to go and leave
Why couldn't you just stay even though it wasn't fair to you?
Five years long, what am I to do?

I know that it's over and that I must move on,
But I don't know what to do
for in my mind's eye I still love you

Girl, I'm sorry that we were too different, and it didn't work out
And I'm glad we can still be friends, and maybe that is best
Maybe sometime soon, I can get over you and find a new love too -
But I just thought I'd let you know that
In my mind's eye I'm still in love with you.

It’s A Crazy Mixed Up World - lyrics

This is a song I wrote back in 2005.  It was after Hurricane Katrina hit, the war in Iraq has been going on for 2 years, gas prices just seemed to jump daily, making it seem as if our current leaders were the crummiest in American history.  I wrote this song expressing how I felt... It can even relate some now in 2012.  lol.
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This world is cruel, it can be evil all the time
Sometimes you feel like you are payin' a fine
Gas prices just goin' sky high when you ain't even got a dime!
You feel like you're doin' time cuz your life is in such a bind
But they'll never see the signs, oh in this life of mine.

Late after that hurricane, oh it's just so insane.
Don't you just feel those people's pain?
A lot of them havta walk with a cane, and you don't even know half their names.
A lot of them are in emotional pain.
They need help and it came to late, it showed up about three days late.
Oh, this world is so insane.

Ship our boys to Iraq, claimin' to do with terrorism.
Instead, it's like goin' to a militant prison, because someone made a stupid decision.
Those towers fell and he used it as an excuse.
Our boys are dyin', but he don't seem to mind.
This mad world is just evil all the time.

A lot of people gettin' drunk and high, gee, I wonder why.
It just makes me wanna sigh
It even makes me wanna cry
Why can't this world just try – to get along, instead of bein' wrong?
That's all I gotta say in my song.

Revolution - lyrics

this is a song I wrote around the same time I wrote “It’s A Crazy Mixed Up World”.  I tend to write a lot of political protest songs.  that's Dylan's influence on me I guess...
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(VERSE:)
Gas prices too high, I can't afford it
Uncle Sam taxin' me out the ass
Where does my money go?
This I do not know.
I should protest, but I can't so I won't
Sick of it all,What could I do?
I could..

(CHORUS:)
Start a revolution (4x)
We all need to make a change
We all can make a difference
Start a revolution (4x)
Come on and follow me and
Start a revolution (4x)

(VERSE:)
Uncle Sam go away, I can't afford you
Please quit taxin' all my paycheck
What good is it for anyway?
This I do not know
I should protest but I can't so I won't
Sick of it all, What could I do?
I could..

(CHORUS:)
Start a revolution (4x)
We all deserve better
We all are sick of the liars
Start a revolution (4x)
Come on and follow me and
Start a revolution (4x)

LIVIN’ IN THE CITY

 

(VERSE:)
I live in a small rural town where everything closes down
Nothing ever goes on around.
So I close my eyes and all I can think about
Is my past big city life!

(CHORUS:)
Livin’ in the city, life can be so pretty
In the city, that’s where I come from

(VERSE:)
Concrete all around
Night life all abound
There is always something to do, there is always something new
Where traffic jams are nothing new
But you can always get through if you knew what to do

(CHORUS)

(VERSE:)
City limits – never ending.
Something to do everywhere you turn to
30 miles – another suburb
look here, look there – another mall
downtown buildings can be so tall

(CHORUS)

(VERSE:)
In the sky – aircraft all around
Sometimes you can get lost and never be found
At night you see the neon lights
And when you’re cruisin’ you run into the traffic lights

(CHORUS)

Your Love - lyrics

This is a song I wrote when I was with my ex-wife. Enjoy.

 

YOUR LOVE

Your love is for free
Your love is all I believe
Your love is all I wanna see
Your love is all I wanna be
Your love comes for cheap
My Dane’le, you are special to me

Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love

By land, or by sea
Always together we will be
Your love makes me feel free
As the wind blows, I feel a good breeze
Everyone else can just let me be
Cause your love is all I need

Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love

The Slum Lords of Harrison

(Note: when my ex and I first lived together, we rented a house with her mom from probably the worst landlords in Harrison, Arkansas.  For liability purposes I won’t disclose who the landlords were - but those who lived in there rental properties probably know who they are.  Lot of people who lived in Harrison will probably agree that they are the slum lords of Harrison, Arkansas.)

 

(Come one, come all!  Cheap housing at expensive pricing!!)
(repeat)

Come gather round people,
I have a story to tell
About a business that is going to hell
$450 a month, does that ring a bell?
These people don’t care
They don’t care if you even fell
All they want is your money,
And that’s not even funny

Come down here and listen
This is there latest mission
From the slum lords of Harrison
Rent you a dump now do you feel conned?
These bastards don’t care
They don’t care if you poor
All they want is for you to feel sore
And I know we all get ignored

Destiny - lyrics

another one I wrote called “Destiny”.

DESTINY

What’s mine?
Is there a sign?
Trying to figure it out
What is life all about?
This I ponder as I sit here on the couch

Sit and wonder
Sit and wonder
What do I do?
What do I do?

Do I get on stage just to get booed?
Or do I write something offensive just to get sued?
Or do I just eat up all of my food?

We all have a destiny
What could it be?

When I See You - lyrics

This is just another song I wrote.

WHEN I SEE YOU

I love you
I’ve loved you since I first saw you
When I see you, I think marvelous view
Baby, when I see you

When I see you,
My skies turn from grey to blue
You are so very dear and true to me
Baby, can you see that I love you honestly?
I just love it when I see you

When I see you
My world feels full
My world is complete
Now I got you
Dear, I love you and I always will
Even after 60 years, I should still
When I see you

Singing Through My Nose (parody of “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”)

When I used to work at Wal-Mart I was talking to a friend of mine and I was telling him how back in Jr. High and High School I used to write a lot of parodies.  We got to talking about Bob Dylan and his nasally singing voice (no offense to Dylan or his fans - I’m a big fan of Bob Dylan’s also) so I thought I’d write this parody poking fun at Bob Dylan’s voice.

SINGING THROUGH MY NOSE

VERSE:
Ma, take this mic away from me
I can’t sing this anymore
It’s getting hard, too hard to sing
I think I’m singing through my nose!

CHORUS:
Sing, sing, singing through my nose
Sing, sing, singing through my nose
Sing, sing, singing through my nose

VERSE:
Ma, put my guitar in the ground
I can’t keep the beat anymore
That big black anvil is coming down
I think I’m singing through my nose!

CHORUS

Livin’ Here In Harrison (parody of “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd)

 

(VERSE 1:)
Boredom is seekin' in
Sunday all spent to see my kin
Hearin' songs about depression
I miss Phoenix once again
And I think it's a sin, yes!

Well I heard why some people move here
Well, I heard to get away from the city
Well, I hope they all will remember
A city man don't need to be here anyhow

(CHORUS:)
Livin' here in Harrison
Where the stores close at five
Livin' here in Harrison
Where there's nothing at all to do!

(VERSE 2:)
At Wal-Mart we all go hang out
There ain't nothing else here to do, boo hoo hoo
Leavin' here does not bother me,
Does me leavin' bother you?
Tell the truth!

(CHORUS:)
Livin' here in Harrison
Where hillbillies live
Livin' here in Harrison
Where there's cars up on blocks!

(RAP:)
Yo, Yo, Yo
I'm livin' here in harrison -
not a place to have any fun.
So many people around here own guns and they go hunt.

This town so boring,
That I spend every morning sittin' at home
And never answering the phone.

This town causes so much depression,
it makes a person go in regrettion.
And you see a lot of 100 year old traditions!
And a lot of redneck and hillbilly additions!
And a lot of confederatism
and a little bit of unneccessary racism!

This town don't go with the times,
Why do you think ever place closes at 5?
And makes Wal-Mart the only place open?
And I see a bunch of cowboys ropin'?
Nothing to do, so I'm just lophin' around!
not ever bein' proud to live here,
I gotta get out!
So sick and tired of livin' here in boredom land!

(CHORUS 2X)

You’re In Trouble

Oh-oh-oh-oh!

(Chorus:)You're in trouble,
you don't know what to do!
You're in trouble,
he's comin' after you!
You're in trouble,
oh!
You're in trouble!

You're just walkin' down the street doin' nothin'
he comes up to you and says,
"help me!" But you say, "Not me!"
Then he pulls you
and you're kidnapped!
Oh!

(Chorus)

And then he pulls a gun on you and says,
"Do as I say and you won't get hurt!"
You feel like callin' your mother
but they won't let you,
oh you!

You feel like callin' the cops
but they won't let you,
oh you!
Because

(Chorus)

So just remember your code
or you'll go in the wrong place
then say goodbye to your life
because then you would die
because you are in trouble!
(Chorus 3x)

You're in trouble, oh trouble!
Yes in trouble, be in trouble!
Nothing but trouble, in trouble!
Oh trouble!
You're in trouble!

CRAP AT WALMART

 

CRAZY INSANE?
OR INSANE CRAZY?
YOU SAY I’M LAZY
BUT YOU JUST CRAZY
YOU THE ONE LAZY!
BETTER YET, YOU JUST INSANE!

THE ONLY WAY I STAY SANE IS MY MUSIC.
THE ONLY THING A FEW GET.
THIS RAP MAY BE CRAP, BUT I SPEAK THE TRUTH.
WHILE ALL YOU FOOLS HATIN’ ON ME, HOLLERIN’, “TRUCE,
     TRUCE!”
BUT I AIN’T BOUND TO SIGN NO FUCKIN’ TREATY, WHY?
BECAUSE ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS ARE ALL JUST
      GREEDY!
WISH LIFE HERE WAS LIKE A HOLOGRAM, AND JUST IN 3D!
I FEEL LIKE I’M IN JAIL 24-7
WON’T SOMEBODY PLEASE RELEASE ME?
PLEASE FREE ME!

WALMART, DON’T YOU START
YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT WHAT CARTS I LEAVE.
PLEASE!
YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT WHAT TRASH I LEAVE.
BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU AIN’T GOT A CLUE WHAT’S
     HIDDEN UP MY SLEEVE!

I KNOW BETTER.
I LEAST KNOW YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERYTHING,
   ANYTHING.
FOOLS BETTER BE LUCKY I DON’T SING.
AND WHEN I SCREAM, I’LL MAKE YOU DEAF
AND THAN MAKE YOU CONFESS THAT THE LOT ISN’T
    THAT BAD.
I THINK IT’S SAD.
YOUR BRAIN THINKS THE WAY IT DO!
YOU MAKE ME SO MAD.
THINK I’MA STICK YOUR HEAD TO THE WALL WITH SUPER-
      GLU!

YOU SAY I’M LAZY
BUT YOU JUST INSANE
YOU MIGHT THINK I’M CRAZY
BUT I’M JUST INSANE TRYIN’ TO STAY SANE

I BE STANDIN’ BY THE DAMN DOOR
AND I BE GETTIN’ SO DAMN BORED
WHAT AM I HERE FOR?
I’M JUST STAYIN’ POOR!

AIN’T NO WAY NOBODY SHOULD BE REPPIN’ THE W.M.T!
I HAVTA GO PEE,
THINK I’LL GO ON THE STORE’S FLOOR!

YOU MAY SAY I’M CRAZY
YOU MAY SAY I’M INSANE
NO, I’M INSANE CRAZY, CRAZY INSANE
JUST TRYIN’ TO STAY SANE
BUT IT AIN’T HAPPENIN’
AND I JUST SLAPPED MR. PHIPPS AGAINS!
OH, HERE COMES LARRY, NEED TO SHUT MY TRAP AGAIN!
THANK GOD THESE TWO AIN’T MY KIN!

YOU MAY PLAY THIS RECORD ON YOUR STEREO
YOU MAY RECOGNIZE THE STYLE
YES IT’S A SONG INFLUENCED BY EMINEM,
NO I DON’T MEAN THE CANDY,
I MEAN THE RAPPER, G!
SOMEDAY I HOPE TO GET AWAY FROM THE W.M.T
     AND BE BIGGER THAN HE!

(WALMART’S GONNA SUE ME!)

YOU WON’T SUCCEED AT ALL

(Note: on the 1st anniversary of 9/11 I wrote this song as a Patriotic song to tell Osama Bin Laden that he would never succeed in destroying America.)

YOU CAN DESTROY BUILDINGS OF GREAT POWER
YOU CAN DESTROY BUILDINGS OF GREAT ARCHITECTURE
YOU CAN TRY TO DESTROY OUR SPIRITS
YOU CAN TRY AND TAKE OUR FREEDOM AWAY
YOU MAY SUCCEED IN TWO –
BUT YOU WILL NOT SUCCEED IN ALL.
NO – YOU WILL NOT SUCCEED IN ALL!

YOU TRIED TO DESTROY OUR SPIRITS.
YOU TRIED TO BRING THIS COUNTRY DOWN.
YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD IN DESTROYING THE WORLD TRADE CENTER.
YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD IN DESTROYING THE PENTAGON
YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BY WANTING TO DESTROY D.C.
BUT YOU DIDN’T SUCCEED AT ALL.
NO – YOU DIDN’T SUCCEED AT ALL!

(SPOKEN:)
MR. BIN LADEN, KISS MY WHITE AMERICAN ASS!!!

OSAMA BIN LADEN – SUCH A COWARD.
OSAMA BIN LADEN – SUCH A FOOL.
OSAMA BIN LADEN – SO FULL OF HATRED.
OSAMA BIN LADEN – SO CRUEL.
HE TRIED TO DESTROY US ON 9/11/01
BUT HE DIDN’T SUCCEED AT ALL.
NO – HE DIDN’T SUCCEED AT ALL!

OSAMA BIN LADEN – SO STUPID!
THOUGHT THAT AMERICA WAS ABOUT MONEY AND POWER.
THOUGHT THAT AMERICA WAS ABOUT RICHES AND FAME.
WHEN AMERICA IS REALLY ALL ABOUT SPIRIT AND FREEDOM.
OSAMA BIN LADEN – NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY
YOU CAN’T DESTROY THAT.
NO – YOU CAN’T DESTROY THAT.
YOU’LL NEVER BRING THIS COUNTRY DOWN.

DEDICATED TO HEROES OF 9/11

 

YOU CHANGED EVERYBODY’S VIEWS OF HEROES LAST 9/11
BEFORE THAN WE ALL LOOKED UP TO CELEBRITIES
WE ALL LOOKED UP TO MOVIE ACTORS,
MUSICIANS, STARS.
BEFORE THAN WE ALL LOOKED UP TO
CHARACTERS IN MOVIES AND ON TV.
BEFORE THAN WE NEVER KNEW WHO A REAL HERO WAS.
BEFORE THAN WE REALLY DIDN’T KNOW.

YOU SPENT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY TRYING TO HELP THE VICTIMS.
SACRIFICING YOUR OWN LIVES SO THAT OTHERS WILL LIVE.
NYPD, FDNY, PAPD AND THOSE ON FLIGHT 93 –
IF THAT AIN’T WHAT TRUE HEROISM IS,
THEN THERE AIN’T NO SUCH THING.
NO, THERE AIN’T NO SUCH THING.

YOU ALL HELPED THOSE WHO WERE IN TIME OF NEED.
A LOT OF YOU SACRIFICED YOUR LIVES
SO THAT OTHERS WILL SURVIVE – LIVE.
PROUD OF YOU.
PROUD OF YOU ALL.
IF NOT FOR YOU,
THAN WHERE WOULD WE BE TODAY?
HOW WOULD WE FEEL?
TO THE HEROES OF 9/11,
THANK YOU.

Letta To A Friend

Dear Dan,

What’s been up, Man?  How’s life? / These days I feel like I jus gosta cry / and ev’ry day I feel like I wanna die. / I’m in da middle of a great depression here in my life.

How’s ev’rythin’ back at da fort? / Still hangin’ wit Josh Jowers and Justin Hardwick?

My depression started last month. / Started feelin’ really iggied at work. / Really feel like ev’ry one there is bein’ jerkz / and this last Saturday mornin’ I jus broke down in tears. / Was talkin’ to someone online / (My only way o’ socialization rite now) / and next thing I kno / I start blurtin’ out my whole life / and I found out why I am always shy / and why it was always easy to press my buttons back than / (and it still is.)

Back in the day when I lived in P-H-X, A-Z I was dissed. / Not dissed the way u dissed. / I was dissed ‘cuz I was hated on. / Started when I was 9. / Before than, I felt fine, had a good life I think, damn! / Moved 2 new suburb guess it was ‘cuz I was the new kid. / Went on for 3 fu**in’ years! / When I was 13 it got even worse. / Some kid I thought was a friend started a rumor about me and shit! / I think about all this and I wanna throw a fu**in’ fit! / Only friendz I had always stabbed me in the bak! / Now the only friendz  I got r either online or 30 years older!

Don’t even talk 2 Josh Wurtsbaugh no more! / Why for? / Dat fu**in’ backstabber! / Took my debit card & committed credit card fraud wit it! / 1 G worth on fu**in’ porn! / Ran my phone up $500 on porn! / So I turned him in / the f**ka went to the pen for a few / he also gave me a grin, sayin’ he didn’t do it! / Than how cum all the sites on the bank statement I called said the orders 4 the sites were in his name & address for shippin’ info?

Because of all my problems now I have been listenin’ to a lot o’ Eminem. / I guess I sumwhat relate. / I guess his words are a mutha f**ka / they can be great. / At least wit music I could try to hide because othawise I would’ve tried suicide. / Because o’ my life I’m awefully glad I write / othawise I’d be violent, and that ain’t right. / But ev’ry fu**in’ day I’d wish I die!

I appreciate how you treated me back in high school. / For those two years in drama class what I thought you was you really wasn’t / I wish I could go bak 2 da fort 2 c y’all again / but as far as rite now I really don’t know when. / It’s really fu**ed up. / I havta talk through this pen / ‘cuz I would really luv 2 c y’all again. / I jus don’t know when. / If I go bak don’t want Wurtsbaugh seein’ me / but I’m a try because rite now I’m needin’ a real social life. / I ain’t getting’ that here. / Sometimes I feel so much fear / I’m cryin’ here, cryin’ so many tears! / I don’t think it’s fu**in’ fair!

I hope you get this, man! / Hit me back / jus 2 chat!

WASTING AWAY (WASTING DAYS)

(Note: back in 2002 I went through a deep dark depression - this is one I wrote during that period.)

(verse 1:)
EVERY DAY, HERE AT HOME
I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT I FEEL SO ALL ALONE
I DON’T EVER GET ANY CALLS ON THE TELEPHONE
EVERY DAY, I JUST MOAN AND GROAN
WHERE’S MY LIFE GOIN’, I DON’T KNOW
I JUST ALWAYS FEEL SO OUT OF ZONE.
EVERY DAY, HERE AT HOME

WASTING DAYS HERE AT HOME
GOTTA GET OUT BUT NOWHERE TO GO
NOTHING TO DO, SO I JUST STAY AT HOME
MY LIFE’S JUST WASTING AWAY,
I JUST MOAN AND GROAN
SPENDING ALL OF MY DAYS
EVERY DAY, HERE AT HOME

(chorus:)
WASTING AWAY
I’M JUST SITTIN’ HERE TRYIN’ TO FIGGER OUT WHAT TO DO
JUST WASTING AWAY
MY LIFE IS JUST PASSIN’ ME BY
AND I’M SITTIN’ HERE JUST WASTING AWAY
(repeat chorus again with the second line)

(verse 2:)
EVERY DAY, I GO TO WORK
AND I ALWAYS THINK I START TO GO SO BERSERK
AND AT WORK I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE THE FOOLS ARE STUPID JERKS
EVERY DAY, I FEEL SO HURT
ALL OF MY DAYS I’M TREATED LIKE DIRT
I SEE THE GURLS AND I CAN’T EVEN FLIRT
EVERY DAY, I GO TO WORK

I FEEL SO IGNORED, I GET REALLY ANNOYED.
NO ONE TO TALK TO ME, SO I FEEL I GOTTA FLEE
WITH MY PAST, I NEED TO FIND LIFE
BUT THEM FOOLS DON’T WANNA SHOW ME LIFE.
ALL THE TIME I FEEL SO OUT OF PLACE
I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE NEED TO PAY THE PRICE
EVERY DAY, I GO TO WORK

(chorus)

(verse 3:) (*sung with the chorus & chorus lines r in parentheses)
(WASTING AWAY)
EVERY DAY, HERE AT HOME
(I’M JUST SITTIN’ HERE TRYIN’ TO FIGGER OUT WHAT TO DO)
I GET SO FULL OF FEAR I DRINK A BEER
(JUST WASTING AWAY)
WITH MY LIFE I GET SO FULL OF TEARS
(MY LIFE IS JUST PASSIN’ ME BY)
I SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE NO ONE CARES
(AND I’M SITTIN’ HERE JUST WASTING AWAY)
NOT MANY REALLY DARED GIVE ME A CHANCE
(’M JUST SITTIN’ HERE TRYIN’ TO FIGGER OUT WHAT TO DO)
I NEED TO GO DANCE AND HAVE FUN BUT CAN’T
(JUST WASTING AWAY)
EVERY DAY, HERE AT HOME
(finish the rest of the chorus than start rap)

(rap:)
SITTIN’ HERE JUST WASTING AWAY BECAUSE OF MY PAST
HOW MUCH LONGER WILL MY PROBLEMS LAST?
I NEED TO FIND SOME LOVE BUT HOW FAST?
EVERY DAY I FEEL I GOTTA BLAST!
MY WHOLE LIFE I FELT TRASHED!
I JUS FEEL LIKE KICKIN’ SUM ASS!
THE BASTARDS MADE ME TO BE SAD AND MAD
AND SO FULL OF HATRED
SO SHY AND SO PETRIFIED

EVERY DAY I CRY AND WISHIN’ I DIED.
EVERY DAY I DON’T EVEN FEEL PRIDE NO MORE
NO ONE EVER BE COMIN’ KNOCKIN’ AT MY DOOR.
BECAUSE OF THIS, I DON’T EVEN WANNA LIVE NO MORE

NO ONE TO HANG WITH, NO ONE TO CHILL WITH
NO ONE TO BE COO WITH, NO ONE TO LOVE WITH
NO ONE TO BE WITH

TELL ME, WHAT’S A PERSON TO DO TO SURVIVE THIS SITUATION?
I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF JUST SITTIN’ HERE AND WASTING MY DAYS AND WASTING MY NIGHTS.
SO SICK AND TIRED OF JUST LIVING MY LIFE. 
SO I JUST STAY AT MY CRIB AND SPEND MY LIFE JUST…

(chorus)

LIFE IN A MISERABLE WORLD

 

LIFE, WHAT IS LIFE?
I HATE LIFE!
LIFE IS WASTED TIME SPENT ON EARTH.
WASTED DAYS AND NIGHTS.
LIFE IS SPENT WANDERING WHAT TO DO WITH YO’SELF
BUT WHY WHEN U AIN’T GOT NOBODY TO DO ANYTHING WITH!
I HATE LIFE!
LIFE AIN’T NUTTIN’ BUT A STUPID GAME WHERE U LOSIN’ HALF THE TIME BECAUSE U NEVA FEEL LIKE A WINNA.
WHAT IS LIFE?
I HATE LIFE.
F*** IT.

HATRED, WHAT IS HATRED?
HATRED IS WHAT I FEEL TOWARDS EV’RYONE WHO HAS IT TOWARDS ME.
BASICALLY EVRYONE I KNOW ‘CEPT MAYBE A SELECT FEW.
HATRED IS WHAT I FEEL TOWARDS THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO IGNORE ME BECAUSE I AIN’T LIKE DEM.
HATRED IS WHAT I FEEL TOWARDS THOSE WHO NEVA INVITE ME TO PARTIES, THINKIN’ I MAY NEVA GO.
I’D DIE TO GO.
HATRED IS WHAT I FEEL EV’RYDAY BECAUSE I NEVA HAV ANY BETTA FEELIN’S IN LIFE.
PEOPLE OFTEN WONDER Y I LISTEN TO WHAT I LISTEN TO.
I LISTEN TO WHAT I LISTEN TO BECAUSE I CAN RELATE TO IT.
IT SEEM LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE ALL I SAW IS NEGATIVITY
AND I’M SEEIN’ IT MORE AND MORE EV’RYDAY.
I SEE IT WHEN I SEE PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO PARTY OR HANG WITH ME.
I SEE IT WHEN PEOPLE CHOOSE TO DIS ME OR DOG ON ME JUS CUZ I AM THE WAY I AM.
I SEE IT WHEN PEOPLE CHOOSE TO IGNORE ME THE WAY THEY DO.
I SEE IT WHEN I STAY HOME WHEN NOT AT WORK BECAUSE THERE BEIN’ NO PLACE TO GO OR PEEPS TO CHILL WIT, BECAUSE THE PEEPS DON’T WANNA C MY ASS ANYWAY.
THEY ALL CHOOSE TO IGNORE ME.
FINE THAN.
BE DAT WAY!
MY WHOLE LIFE I WAS TOLD TO B AND THINK POSITIVE
HOW THE HECK CAN U B OR THINK POSITIVE WHEN U DON’T SEE STUFF POSITIVE?

FRIENDS?
WHAT ARE FRIENDS?
I AIN’T HAVE A CLUE, NEVA HAD NO TRU FRIENDS.
BUT TO ME, FRIENDS R THOSE WHO HANG OUT WIT U 4 A WHILE,
THAN DO WHAT THEY CAN TO TURN THEY BACKS ON U.
THEY HANG WIT U, AND THAN THEY DIS U.
DAT AIN’T NO FRIEND.
AND THEN THEY CUM BAK ROUND AND BLAME THE LOSS O’ FRIENDSHIP ON U. 
DAT AIN’T RITE.  IT AIN’T RITE.
AND THAN WHEN U TRY TO TALK TO THEM TO GET TO HANG OUT WITH ‘EM AGAIN, THEY CHOOSE TO BE PART O’ DAT CRU DAT HATE U!
SEEM LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN’ WORLD IS AGAINST U!

EV’RYTIME I DRINK, I POUR OUT SUM LIQUOR.
I DON’T KNOW Y 4.
I AIN’T GOT NO CRU, HOMEYS, NO Gs.
ALL I HAV IN LIFE IS JUS ME.
NO FRIENDS, NO GIRLS.
JUS ME.
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, EV’RYONE STILL CHOOSES TO IGGY ME!
THE BASTARDS KNOW I DRINK, BUT DO THEY EVER INVITE ME TO GO DRINK OR PARTY WITH THEM?
HELL NO!

PEOPLE OFTEN WONDER Y SWEARIN’ IS IN MY VOCAB.
LOOK AT MY LIFE.  SEE WHAT I HAD TO DEAL WIT, AND THAN MAYBE U’D KNO Y.
I F******’ SWEAR TO EXPRESS MY F*****’ FEELIN’S TOWARDS THIS F***** UP WORLD.
I EVEN OFTEN WONDER Y THEY NEVA SEE MY DEPRESSION.  CAN THEY NOT SEE THE SADNESS AND GLOOM ON MY FACE?
I NEVA F*****’ SMILE.  NO ONE GIMME A REASON TO.

THIS ONE GO OUT TO ALL THOSE WHO CHOSE TO HATE ON ME.  YOU ALL KNOW WHO U R. 
IT’S PRETTY MUCH JUS ‘BOUT EV’RYONE O’ Y’ALL OUT THERE.
IF U EVA GOT A HOLD O’ DIS, MAYBE THAN U WOULD UNDERSTAND Y I AM WHO I AM.  AND CHOOSE TO BE WHO I AM.

I AIN’T RELIGIOUS.  GOD NEVA HELPED ME.  I HATE RELIGION BECAUSE I GOT TO A POINT WHERE I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK IT AS FAKE.
I MEAN, HOW WOULD U FEEL IF U WANTED YO LIFE TO CHANGE SO U WENT TO CHURCH EV’RY WEEK FOR 4 STR8 YEARS,
AND GOD NEVA HELPED U?
THEY SAY GOD HELPS U IN HIS OWN TIME.  F*** DAT.  I WANT HELP NOW, DAMMIT!

F*** THE WORLD.
F*** LIFE.
F*** Y’ALL.
F*** POSITIVITY, CUZ I AIN’T NO LUCILLE BALL, SO I AIN’T GONNA BE FAKE WIT Y’ALL.
F*** U.
LIKE I SAYS EARLIER, I AIN’T GONNA B POSITIVE WHEN I DON’T SEE STUFF POSITIVE.
NEGATIVITY MAKE ME FEEL BETTA IN THIS DISGRACEFUL
FULL O’ HATRED WORLD!

F*** YOU!

SEPTEMBER 11 BLUES

A day etched in history
A day freedom was attacked by freedom haters –
Where were you on this important day in history?

September 11, 2001 –
A date etched in history forever
A date that America changed forever
A date that put America in pain

Where were you on this sad and fateful day?
How much has it changed you?

Terrorists may have destroyed financial and military structures on this date in history
But they didn’t destroy the hearts and the spirits of Americans!
America will move on
And it has moved on

It has changed me forever
It has changed my thoughts and feelings of America
Did it change yours?

It has changed my thoughts and feelings on politics.
Did it change yours?

That day, I woke up to reality
That day, I started to grow up
That day, lifted me up spiritually and musically

September 11, 2001 –
It affected me a lot on that day
How much has it affected you?