Taking center stage, Intrinsic punishment,
page after page. they feel it’s victimization.
Feel the heating’s beat, Tryin’ to build a king’s palace,
sleep after sleep. and ends up a police station.
The eyes know best, Drop my can in the street,
put ’em to the test. like sewer’s never seen a solid.
Eyes know the beat, Mother nature gives a wink,
that’s why she’s in the street. knows father time is very stolid.
Spooky bottle top, A bridge under a rainbow,
winter’s had its stop. they say the grass is still greener.
Man in the mirror moves, Casino drops a dime on his tips,
that’s all he feels is smooth. says, “well, that’s my demeanor.”