Trading for Bribes

Trading bribes
for tribes (tribing)
we gave up on man
when we give into the man
you know
just perpetuate the plan
baaa sheep
baa
bump bump

hip, hip hop
don't skip a step
it's a winding road
cross the bridge
water flows
but the river ain't easy
stuck in the slumber
a measly number
stuck in the sleeze

like rocks in a breeze
stones in the wind
stand still sitting on our knees
no one owns you
you're free
just
surrending to society
society, society

social rationality
means to a final ending
round 1
round 2
final fatality
rationality
rationalizing the fantasy of our world

so fancy
silk, satin, white pearls
we just spin and we twirl
dance in our spots
trying to keep out seat
grounding
grounded like a seed
connected by the feet
listening to the beat,
but
running like musical chairs
expect
now we pull our own hair
filliping formations fairly
or ferociously
fighitng to finally fly away
flipping
flipping out

you can only do so much in a day
but tomorrow is just an excuse for today
but you still feel OK
if you're okay with the way
you went about on your way

and sometimes
you can lay but always
moving,
just an object spinning around the sun
just an object spinning around the sun
around the sun
just one one, one
one momenet
one instant
a second
a memory
a motion
a tendency

Smiles smack me
kisses attack me
how should I feel
why won't she whack me
(over the head)
heat me up
like wax on that candle
but just seeing how you fit in those pants
how you fit in those jeans
maybe i'm just a fiend
i guess something something something
sometimes
I want what I need
or do I need what i Want
too bad i Don't know 
but i'm innocent
guilty unitl proven innocent
because I don't know the way I will go
But I know that I'll go
stand up to the plate,
ready to perform
to form
relate
to a new mate
new pal
new love
living to escape fate
living to love
not hate

but i'd hate to not
live life livaciously
vivaciously
loving
living this life lovingly lonesome
tenaciously
destroying all the situational structures
situational structure
you think you're knowing
you think you know

"where were they going without ever knowing the way"
"where were you while we were getting high"
"I get by with a little help from my friends"

but we gotta
so we live life with our head up
living for the dollar
no cash flow is a nadda
not chomping on challah
not hollering at hotties
hoping they're not
clutching their pradas

but that form
those nice bodies
nice asses
educated so i can... (biggie)

challenging

real
genuine
life of mine
fine
can't cross a line in the sand
trying to make a map in the sand
falling out of an hour glass
spilling as the hours pass
sand trap
quick sand like neo 
no mouth
but quick sand
like keanu 
replacements
neo

falling off the high table
jumped too high
too hard
wasting my energy
because I couldn't see
what really mattered to me

values that define me
what man to be
success in the sand
values keep me grounded

paths in the sand
ages aging away
eroding 
expanding
modernizing and planning
to span the world
and
and what's next
who knows
the mess
even with all the knowledge we possess
it's just more information to process
the nonsense
overloaded with unneccessary

so many unnecessary evils
cutting so deep
because the onus is on on us
we know we can change it
but we don't so we can't
and we we won't
will we?
will we?


will you? 
like we're kids on the playground
can't ask like kraz
but got the passion
so we'll get the cash son
cause you gotta win
unwilling to bargain
ima win
ima fight
ima win