I Want To Hear The

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat. I Go With The Rhythm Of It And The Words Start To Come To My Mind And Those Words Could Be Based On Things That's Been On My Mind For The Past Year, The Past Month, The Past Week, Whatever; I Write It.

I Don't Get Jealousy, I Don't Get How People Hate Each Other - I Never Did.

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat.

All On The Street, You Get Treated Like A Street Cat: "all Right, You've Been Eatin' Enough, You're Fat, Get Out Of The Way Now And Let Somebody Else Come By."

My Skin Is An Art Gallery Right, With Paintings And Crucifixes Hoping To Save Me From All The Dangers In The Music Business