Decisions by MC Skywalker
Instrumental by GuiBhttps://www.facebook.com/pa...
Lyrics by MC Skywalkerhttps://www.facebook.com/MC...https://www.facebook.com/SL...https://www.facebook.com/wo...
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Nico Meury of Little Lion Soundhttps://www.facebook.com/pa...
I slowly but surely reached my twenties and frankly recently I identified myself as being my own enemy
Who's protecting me?
The paranoïa in me blames this city of complicity
It's complicated Especially when i have a tendency of dependancy
And can't escape it
I spent all my pence and pennies
On puffing sensi and later amphetamines
Kids shouldn't have played with these
Flick tic tic the missile whistled passed my misspelled syllables
Fiddling with repti-ti-ti-ti-vity taught me little,
actually it tricked me into thinking that I blocked my arteries,
They said that my state was part of the minorities
Missing out on sleep, tipsy off the whiskey
And if you follow this rhyme scheme, obviously it gets risky
Roaming these streets
Like a hungry dog chasing cars
my parents repent help me see clearly through the fog when it was misty
Now I'm back, did you motherfuckers miss me?
I kept my activities in the dark
Didn't need the feds to see
You want to hear something funny?
Ask any of us if we live healthily
When ecstasy's right in the middle of our trajectory
Endlessly in process of tempting me
It's sitting right next to me
It cost me so much energy to reject the greed
To put respect in this surgery
To disinfect my injuries
Ever since the inception injected me
Directly Infecting my identity
Breaching my entity
I know it's a subject that affects your sensitivity
Like a vasectomy
That you'd rather reject it from your anatomy permanently
But it's a reality
Your kids party till the break of dawn simply because they feel empty
I'm part of an impatient generation
Which doesn't accept impossibilities
Generated by abbreviated conversations
Seeking new sensations
Part of the one's that would rather have their pupils dilated
Than see their pupils die later...
If you want to hear the rest of this dial 8 or hang up
I'm somehow part of the same era of idiots that gang up on grandmas
For cash to pick up afghan hash
And still wonder why no one understands them
Why they end up in handcuffs, why the whip cracks
Sick of being abandoned
At the bottom of a hollow bottle
Those who before considering themselves adults used to dream of dungeons, dragons and knights
Who now cruise packed up tight in a Volkswagen at night
But my choices were more decisive
Thinking twice called for the enticement to do the right thing
Starting writing my excitement
More precisely, part of those with the flows to rip the mic up
Decisively world wide connected
Well at least that's what I think...