And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory
They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies
They tell you what to think and how to face the world around you
You never question what you know inside is lax and untrue
But take a look around
We`re not running anymore
We`re in the positive
But we`re ready for the war... For the war
Fight the Youth
The Youth with poisoned minds
Ignite the truth
Restore sight to these blind
Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
And if they suffer it`s no fault but their own
And every time I see the hatred that engulfs these children
It makes me wonder if the quest for peace will someday subside
I`m not afraid to wage the hopeless battles I must fight
For I could never lose, I know my cause shines in the light
Take a look around
We`re not hiding anymore
Your weapon`s cowardice
And we won`t take it anymore... Anymore
Fight the Youth
The Youth with poisoned minds
Ignite the truth
Restore sight to these blind
Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
And if they suffer it`s no fault but their own
And all the feelings of a generation fed with anger
Make all the choices for a future where all nightmares come true
I choose to fight for youth, to fight for truth, to fight for justice
I choose to heal the wounds of sacrifice made by the children
Fishbone - The Reality of My Surroundings Album Lyrics
Fishbone - The Reality of My Surroundings Lyrics
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, CHRISTOPHER DOWD, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER, KENDALL REY JONES, PHILLIP DWIGHT FISHER, WALTER ADAM II KIBBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
So Many Millions
I cannot get over legitimately, the reality
Of my surroundings do not point to the sky
So why should I even try (when there's nuthin' out there to be)
I cannot grow up to be the president
Where only drug dealers own Mercedes Benz
If you tell me otherwise it will only look like lies (when there's
Nothing out there for me)
Your education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
All that I see is scrapin' and scrounging
In my neighborhood
If you can show me how to do good
In my neighborhood
Maybe I discontinue my lounging in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong
You should surely know this was a long time coming, You should
Know the effects were numbing you should know that yesterday
You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it's too late because it's fallen apart
Sex education will do me no good in my neighborhood
Everybody's hoin' for something and it's understood that drug
Education can do me no good in my neighborhood
Well then maybe I'll discontinue my loungin' in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong
You beat me, mistreat me and you beat me
Rip my heart out please and then you get angry when I die
It's a pile of shit in your sugar shack
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor
It's a pile of shit in the White House
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag
Of my surroundings do not point to the sky
So why should I even try (when there's nuthin' out there to be)
I cannot grow up to be the president
Where only drug dealers own Mercedes Benz
If you tell me otherwise it will only look like lies (when there's
Nothing out there for me)
Your education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
All that I see is scrapin' and scrounging
In my neighborhood
If you can show me how to do good
In my neighborhood
Maybe I discontinue my lounging in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong
You should surely know this was a long time coming, You should
Know the effects were numbing you should know that yesterday
You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it's too late because it's fallen apart
Sex education will do me no good in my neighborhood
Everybody's hoin' for something and it's understood that drug
Education can do me no good in my neighborhood
Well then maybe I'll discontinue my loungin' in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong
You beat me, mistreat me and you beat me
Rip my heart out please and then you get angry when I die
It's a pile of shit in your sugar shack
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor
It's a pile of shit in the White House
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, CHRISTOPHER DOWD, JOHN A. BIGHAM, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER, KENDALL REY JONES, PHILLIP DWIGHT FISHER, WALTER ADAM II KIBBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Housework
I feel like I go to work everyday
But where I work I don't get paid
Work in school and learnin' the supposed rule
But in the street I make my own rules
Mama, she just wanted me to do my homework
But when I get home Ma left a note
Do the housework
So when I'm done with my chores
I go outside and learn some more
Out in the street I got friends just like me
Pops is gone and mom's workin' 5 and 6 days a week
Me and my partners tryin' things just to see what it means
A drink here and a smoke there, what was dirty now is clean
Mama tryin' but we got to survive
So now I got to get a 9 to 5
Do the housework
Ouch
But where I work I don't get paid
Work in school and learnin' the supposed rule
But in the street I make my own rules
Mama, she just wanted me to do my homework
But when I get home Ma left a note
Do the housework
So when I'm done with my chores
I go outside and learn some more
Out in the street I got friends just like me
Pops is gone and mom's workin' 5 and 6 days a week
Me and my partners tryin' things just to see what it means
A drink here and a smoke there, what was dirty now is clean
Mama tryin' but we got to survive
So now I got to get a 9 to 5
Do the housework
Ouch
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER, KENDALL REY JONES, PHILLIP DWIGHT FISHER, WALTER ADAM II KIBBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Behavior Control Technician
Children runaway from the torturistic ways
Children still resist from the powers that persist
Will you shut up and sit still
I think you should obey
Having very few rights we cannot communicate
Train my brain to work the way you want me to
Don't question authority see
Be a little zombie that agrees with you
You are strapped with a double standard cup
In a battle you won't win
And when it's over we're gonna dance your memory away
Sheltering will restrict your baby's mind
Children still resist from the powers that persist
Will you shut up and sit still
I think you should obey
Having very few rights we cannot communicate
Train my brain to work the way you want me to
Don't question authority see
Be a little zombie that agrees with you
You are strapped with a double standard cup
In a battle you won't win
And when it's over we're gonna dance your memory away
Sheltering will restrict your baby's mind
Writer: JOHN NORWOOD FISHER, PHILLIP DWIGHT FISHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pressure
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE
Too long to count the worry and the strife
Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear
Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching
No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sittin' on my face, no Lord!
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best
PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick
PRESSURE!? PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE when I sit down!
PRESSURE when I git up!
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE
PRESSURE whin uhm vexed
PRESSURE whin I c mie x
Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next?
Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE!
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE!
Cheatin' out the fat man!
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks...
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land
PRESSURE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE! PRESSURE!
When your hair's turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses
Too long to count the worry and the strife
Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear
Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching
No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sittin' on my face, no Lord!
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best
PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick
PRESSURE!? PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE when I sit down!
PRESSURE when I git up!
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE
PRESSURE whin uhm vexed
PRESSURE whin I c mie x
Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next?
Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE!
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE!
Cheatin' out the fat man!
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks...
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land
PRESSURE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE! PRESSURE!
When your hair's turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, KENDALL REY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Junkies Prayer
My pusher who art in the krack house
Hallowed be thy bitches and hoe's
As for I am sprung my rock will be done
In my crib as well as in public
Give us this day our daily krack
As we smoke ourselves into a manic frenzy
Forgive us for we have no control or self-respect
Grim Reaper has cashed my life savings check
Thy rocketh and they pipeth restoreth me 4 I and I fear no man
Yea though I walk through the valleys of Harlem, Bronx, Manhattan
Even Nickerson Gardens, Compton, Watts, Ingelwood
F*cked up in Beverly Hills and all those other places
I fear no evil, hence forth my rock m-m-m-m-motivateth me I'll move
My ass thine myself given you cash
Lick your butt and balls for thine have the power to bend over
On my knees with my hands against the wall, for I'll be a sucker
Forever and ever and ever hey man
The rest are the reality of its surroundings
Hallowed be thy bitches and hoe's
As for I am sprung my rock will be done
In my crib as well as in public
Give us this day our daily krack
As we smoke ourselves into a manic frenzy
Forgive us for we have no control or self-respect
Grim Reaper has cashed my life savings check
Thy rocketh and they pipeth restoreth me 4 I and I fear no man
Yea though I walk through the valleys of Harlem, Bronx, Manhattan
Even Nickerson Gardens, Compton, Watts, Ingelwood
F*cked up in Beverly Hills and all those other places
I fear no evil, hence forth my rock m-m-m-m-motivateth me I'll move
My ass thine myself given you cash
Lick your butt and balls for thine have the power to bend over
On my knees with my hands against the wall, for I'll be a sucker
Forever and ever and ever hey man
The rest are the reality of its surroundings
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, BYRON WEST, CHRISTOPHER DOWD, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER, KENDALL REY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pray To The Junkiemaker
Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind...
You're on the road to the "Tombstone Commode"
Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipe
Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole
And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease
The Monkey's on your back got you "beggin' please"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit wit yer lips
Pray to the Junkiemaker...WHOA!
You're jaded the light you no longer see
Burned out, broke down in your misery
Drop to less, you'll soon confess and "assume the position"
"Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Pray to the Junkiemaker
It's the death ticket, "Can I get a witness!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"Take a hit, Wit yer lips!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"Take a hit, sit and piss!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell
It's a moral to this story so listen well
I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes Hell
And you will C that the pipe is your reality
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Surrounded by mental shitty
Mental shitty in the city YEH!
Pray to the Junkiemaker!
And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie mind
Suck the pipe, take your life and you will die
All because you wanted to get high!!!!!!
YEH!
In a cold sweat you will
In a deep need you will
In the rock house you will
With a dick in your mouth you will
In a mental rage you will
When your body craves you will
Demonic let's make a deal
In the hospital you will
P.M.R.C. you must be
In the business office you will
In the limousine you will
In the White House in a!
In the school house you will
In the church house you will Yes!
In the police station they do
Shippin' to the ghetto you Devils
As long as you're married you will
Rocked up in the kitchen you're trippin'
Sellin' your child for the rock pile
In a straight jacket in a!!!
Forced for a divorce of course
In the jail house you will
Way black in the plantation
Trippin' in the bum bus station
Mental m-m-masturbation
50 Skylab Station
And the astronauts got to cop
Killin' off the brothers and sistahs
Twitchin' down six feet under
Crack gettin' under my dunder
Mr. Lucifer him chuckle
Mankind under his buckle
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind...
You're on the road to the "Tombstone Commode"
Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipe
Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole
And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease
The Monkey's on your back got you "beggin' please"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit wit yer lips
Pray to the Junkiemaker...WHOA!
You're jaded the light you no longer see
Burned out, broke down in your misery
Drop to less, you'll soon confess and "assume the position"
"Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Pray to the Junkiemaker
It's the death ticket, "Can I get a witness!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"Take a hit, Wit yer lips!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
"Take a hit, sit and piss!"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell
It's a moral to this story so listen well
I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes Hell
And you will C that the pipe is your reality
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Surrounded by mental shitty
Mental shitty in the city YEH!
Pray to the Junkiemaker!
And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie mind
Suck the pipe, take your life and you will die
All because you wanted to get high!!!!!!
YEH!
In a cold sweat you will
In a deep need you will
In the rock house you will
With a dick in your mouth you will
In a mental rage you will
When your body craves you will
Demonic let's make a deal
In the hospital you will
P.M.R.C. you must be
In the business office you will
In the limousine you will
In the White House in a!
In the school house you will
In the church house you will Yes!
In the police station they do
Shippin' to the ghetto you Devils
As long as you're married you will
Rocked up in the kitchen you're trippin'
Sellin' your child for the rock pile
In a straight jacket in a!!!
Forced for a divorce of course
In the jail house you will
Way black in the plantation
Trippin' in the bum bus station
Mental m-m-masturbation
50 Skylab Station
And the astronauts got to cop
Killin' off the brothers and sistahs
Twitchin' down six feet under
Crack gettin' under my dunder
Mr. Lucifer him chuckle
Mankind under his buckle
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, CHRISTOPHER DOWD
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Everyday Sunshine
I wish everyday the sun would shine
Take me to another place in my mind
Where everything is beautiful
And no wants or needs
Nor sign of greed
Could rule our soul
How I wish the sun would shine
How I wish the sun would shine
If we could fly away on wings
To a place where all could be true
And the skies were blue
And love was true
And me and you
How I wish the sun would shine
How I wish the sun would shine
Take me to another place in my mind
Where everything is beautiful
And no wants or needs
Nor sign of greed
Could rule our soul
How I wish the sun would shine
How I wish the sun would shine
If we could fly away on wings
To a place where all could be true
And the skies were blue
And love was true
And me and you
How I wish the sun would shine
How I wish the sun would shine
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, CHRISTOPHER DOWD
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Naz-Tee Mayen
Got myself a woman
Nasty as can be-Nasty, Nasty
When my woman's time comes
She gets downright dirty with me
[Chorus:]
'cause I'm a nasty man with a nasty plan
I'm a nasty man, humpin' and a-bumpin' anytime I can
[Chant:]
Me Gay? No Way!
Bonin' is a thang in which overindulgence is never enough
And when the fish ain't bitin' life gets frightening
So hang tough, hold on to your stuff
The pussycat is playin' with the ball in the yard
And the dog is biting his bone
Felt so good to the ball the bone got hard
Felt so good it blew the ball apart
My woman's got a man
Nasty lil ole me-Nasty, Nasty
She knows I'm game for anything
And she'll never set me free
[Chorus]
[Chant:]
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'
Than hoochie hoochie hoochie gooin'
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'!
Than sweatin', chewin' and spewin'
When my woman's all alone
And her nasty man can't help-Nasty, Nasty
She will use her fingers and precious time
To get acquainted with herself
[Chorus]
I like a nasty man
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'
Would you rather be-walking the dog?
petting the cat?
Nasty as can be-Nasty, Nasty
When my woman's time comes
She gets downright dirty with me
[Chorus:]
'cause I'm a nasty man with a nasty plan
I'm a nasty man, humpin' and a-bumpin' anytime I can
[Chant:]
Me Gay? No Way!
Bonin' is a thang in which overindulgence is never enough
And when the fish ain't bitin' life gets frightening
So hang tough, hold on to your stuff
The pussycat is playin' with the ball in the yard
And the dog is biting his bone
Felt so good to the ball the bone got hard
Felt so good it blew the ball apart
My woman's got a man
Nasty lil ole me-Nasty, Nasty
She knows I'm game for anything
And she'll never set me free
[Chorus]
[Chant:]
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'
Than hoochie hoochie hoochie gooin'
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'!
Than sweatin', chewin' and spewin'
When my woman's all alone
And her nasty man can't help-Nasty, Nasty
She will use her fingers and precious time
To get acquainted with herself
[Chorus]
I like a nasty man
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'
Would you rather be-walking the dog?
petting the cat?
Writer: ANGELO CHRISTOPHER MOORE, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER, KENDALL REY JONES, PHILLIP DWIGHT FISHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Babyhead
Nougat baby floatin' down
On a cotton candy cloud
Floating by a chocolate baby
Thinkin' bout his creamy center
Don't bite alright don't bite alright
The nougat gets a taste
Ask if it's appropriate slippin'
Through wetness
Nougat wants that goo
Chocolate's paralyzed and can't move
The goo just rushin'
Enjoy chocolate sweet treat
Chocolate needs relief
Chocolate lost his goo you see
Chocolate jumps on the nougat
Tastin' and bitin' on the pillows
Still not satisfied
Enjoy chocolate
Sweet treat lick it quit
Lick it slick wiggin' insanity
Givin' up the goo to the bones groove
On a cotton candy cloud
Floating by a chocolate baby
Thinkin' bout his creamy center
Don't bite alright don't bite alright
The nougat gets a taste
Ask if it's appropriate slippin'
Through wetness
Nougat wants that goo
Chocolate's paralyzed and can't move
The goo just rushin'
Enjoy chocolate sweet treat
Chocolate needs relief
Chocolate lost his goo you see
Chocolate jumps on the nougat
Tastin' and bitin' on the pillows
Still not satisfied
Enjoy chocolate
Sweet treat lick it quit
Lick it slick wiggin' insanity
Givin' up the goo to the bones groove
Writer: WALTER ADAM II KIBBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
If I Were A...Id
If I had a choice I'd...
By myself, dress up like a nun
Kill the KKK and consider it some fun
Get a mob together overthrow the show
Majority minority all the same as one
No More! Politicians no more crooked cops
Unity against them they will have a loss
And F*CK the meter maids F*CK 'um
That's just the way I feel man!
By myself, dress up like a nun
Kill the KKK and consider it some fun
Get a mob together overthrow the show
Majority minority all the same as one
No More! Politicians no more crooked cops
Unity against them they will have a loss
And F*CK the meter maids F*CK 'um
That's just the way I feel man!
Writer: Angelo Christopher Moore, Christopher Dowd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Those Days Are Gone
When you're alone, can't fine
Your way out of the maze
Life is ablaze and you're
Right there in the flames
Is this pain?
Are we sane?
And who has established these claims?
While we all try to refrain
I had a dream once there was a wall inside my head
You all had put it there
We lived a life once we felt together as one
And now those days are gone
We fled that place there was a beast kept there
He was mighty and strong and his name was jealousy
We all laughed we felt we would rise above with our unity, our unity
But later on that day he came back to say
That I have a friend and his name is envy
We toppled many lives, we're like a mighty hurricane
We bring destruction, and we cause descension
Your way out of the maze
Life is ablaze and you're
Right there in the flames
Is this pain?
Are we sane?
And who has established these claims?
While we all try to refrain
I had a dream once there was a wall inside my head
You all had put it there
We lived a life once we felt together as one
And now those days are gone
We fled that place there was a beast kept there
He was mighty and strong and his name was jealousy
We all laughed we felt we would rise above with our unity, our unity
But later on that day he came back to say
That I have a friend and his name is envy
We toppled many lives, we're like a mighty hurricane
We bring destruction, and we cause descension
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DOWD, JOHN NORWOOD FISHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sunless Saturday
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face the morning with my customary sigh
I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished now I brave the outside
But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Freedom come
For us now
Light our sky
Burn away these clouds
Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
I see the helpless and I see the insane
I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face the morning with my customary sigh
I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished now I brave the outside
But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Freedom come
For us now
Light our sky
Burn away these clouds
Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
I see the helpless and I see the insane
I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again
Writer: KENDALL REY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Reality of My Surroundings is the third studio album by the American rock band Fishbone, released on April 23, 1991 through Columbia Records. It was their first album to include former Miles Davis music director John Bigham (guitar, keyboards), who joined in 1989 during the Truth and Soul tour.
Performed By:
FishboneGenre(s): Funk metal, funk rock, ska
Length: 59:39
Released: April 23rd, 1991
Year: 1991