Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk In The Park, artist - Josh Martinez. Album song Buck Up Princess, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2005
Record label: Camobear
Song language: English
Walk In The Park |
I was born bitter, herbal earthen aftertaste of urban living |
Rat racing in a tracksuit, tracing, chasing shadows |
Boxing, facing my opponent on a box spring |
An ode to the lock and loaded 'cause the eyes look crazy off |
Something’s not right, head slightly cocked |
My words are the key but they might be locked |
The gate’s been closed and the flows been turned off |
When the water runs dry, I take my clothes off |
I’m searching for a savior in a flavored soda bottle |
No, I’m not a Coca Cola can collector |
I’m a relegated relic of the past |
A fragile agile intellect inspector |
Go on look at my brain, it’s bubbling again |
Carbonated water plus bleached sugarcane |
Sweet and tender on a bender to drain |
To the last drop I can’t stop, no time to train |
Mamma told me there’d be days like this |
When the kiss of bliss |
Was intertwined with this spitting vision divine |
The mind is a prison and the blind have risen |
Always bumping in the night much to the delight |
Of those who prefer a spark in the dark |
To a hole in the light and they don’t wanna fight |
And I’m sort of supposing you’ve chosen |
To live life frozen in time |
But I sip wine with poison lined lips kissing time |
When there’s no one left to leave behind |
With a theme unknown, I dream alone |
When I feel the need, I’m free to roam |
I walk in a park and when it gets dark |
I take the long way home |
When I grow up, I want to die |
And I want death to be a thespian |
Roll the cameras and let’s begin |
Action, action, action |
(My best friend’s girl will be a lesbian |
Knock, knock, knock, please let me in) |
I make landfall, kiss the ground then stand tall |
All this still life, still the distillery needs the ripe fruit |
Of the gods to feed the need for knowledge |
And I guess I never knew the ledge |
And let alone the border |
But I took one jump, a leap of faith |
And it made me hate disorder |
I found myself sorta |
Where I thought I’d be but a part of me was sad |
I’d been had, I thought I was doing something special |
Now I’m faced with the fact, I’m just a fad |
I’m gonna fades away in eighty eight shades of gray |
And maybe more the sore grows |
I’m sure those holes in my brain aren’t hostile |
Although I’m in a lot of pain |
On the rocks of reality, dreams get splashed |
In the throes of oblivion, throats get slashed |
And goats get sacrificed to rid our backs of vice |
When actually the monkey is not likely to suffice |
When pressed for luck, I chuck the dice, fuck the mice |
And men what might have been advice to follow |
Is now manifestos to swallow |
Washed down with asbestos and what I’ve left |
Those who drink instant coffee |
And talk in impossible options is a word of caution |
I’ll be watching your thoughts drift off when you get soft |
And I’m not afraid to go there but I know where I’m not wanted |
Undaunted I wander, through haunted homes I stumble |
The stairs crumble unearthing bones in the rubble |
And here comes trouble, it’s the walking dead |
You read my thoughts and fed my thirst |
And talked enough to let me finish this |
If it’s not best then it’s the worst |
I’m a wise man arriving, devising new ways to be enterprising |
And it’s tough surviving the places where I’ve been waiting |
Faces that leave me feeling frustrated |
Hello to your face and good riddance to bitter cynics like you |
I hate the venom you spit sentiment, I don’t believe to be true |
It’s this creeping culture, the feeding vulture |
Eats decaying soul made flesh |
They hold less control than ever but put this patent on fresh |
And now it’s trademarked and parked in the executive space |
Dark laws don’t apply in the dark side |
Buy my record and I’ll give you a free water |
So how’s about a toast getting close to where most go over |
My glass is half full but I ain’t close to being sober |
With a theme unknown, I dream alone |
When I feel the need, I’m free to roam |
I walk in a park and when it gets dark |
I take the long way home |
When I grow up, I want to die |
And I want death to be a thespian |
Roll the cameras and let’s begin |
Action, action, action |
(My best friend’s girl will be a lesbian |
Knock, knock, knock, please let me in) |