That Idea Of Peace And

At Its Heart, Music Is All Higher Mathematics.

Crack Mothers, Crack Babies And Aids Patients Youngbloods Can't Spell, But They Could Rock You In Playstation.

I Seen Her On The Ave, Spotted Her More Than Once. Ass So Fat That You Could See It From The Front.

I Dreamt That I Could Paint You With Words, But There Were No Colors Bright Enough, Black Or White Enough, Blue Or Green Enough...they Didn't Mean Enough

I'm Really Quite Bipolar, And The Depressed Times, When Everything Felt Like Night, Sometimes You Get To Such A Low Point That You Physically Beat At It Until It Bleeds - As You Would Say - Bleeds Till Sunshine. You Get To A Point Where You Say, 'i Will Not Take It Anymore! I'm Gonna Do Something Drastic If I Stay This Depressed. I've Got To Break Out Of There!'