Please throw me a
piece… cause I need the release…
My head is on fire… its tired
I’m waiting for another call
someone nice not to bite but to
leave me message at the beep
Somebody who will never throw stones
Somebody who will never grow tired
or grow old
Somebody in need somebody who feeds
That thing in my head that makes
me, me
So would somebody please…
give me some peace… I live
too far away to hear what your sayin
Its so easy to say
I got your back at all times
I’d rather we lived our lives
side by side
Venture out to the
city up north, man there’s
so much happenin I cant control
All my actions are made into surgical
displays
And the autopsy reads “He
liked to play”
This is all just an obscene scheme
of human beings looking for a reason
to breath
And take part in things that were
previously unseen until the day
they discovered another piece of
their need
So now they’re fired up for
it all… FIRE UP THE GUNS
They’re looking lame tryin
to stand tall but still… FIRED
UP THE GUNS
But don’t point that at me…
right now I need release…don’t
think you really need me to become
the one thing you never thought
you could be
Its so easy
to say I got your back at all times
I’d rather we lived our lives
side by side
I’m at your side… I’m
at your side
