LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomadic Extra Large

Verse 1:
Look in the mirror, this is the reflection of misery.
The pain of a guy that once had a dream about making it big.
Being a star, shining like the rest of his idols.
That he grew up on while he was young. Who'd knew.
He'd be mentioned with his favorites in the same light.
Stand the test of time and can equally wreck the mic.
NP No Problem at all. Not even one inch of an issue.
Wack flows make him sicker than snotty nose tissue.

Chorus:
Substance is gone and bullshit is in.
But bullshit never wins.
Victory for my friends the ones who knows that the nose knows better.
And can smell bullshit in any weather.
Weather you like it or not. We here.
Going no where no time soon.
They said we'd fall off. But we never fell once.
Here we still stand like an army Platoon.

Verse 2:
Without the metals. But we pack heavy metal.
Cocked back. Never settle for less.
Maneuver through the rats and pest.
Trying to find my way through this apocalyptic mess.
I suggest Peace, love, harmony, truth and understanding.
Should be the new branding of society.
Our future needs a change. A new type of sobriety for this land of the lost.
You see we've been drunk off the violence and crime.
For much more than a long time.And as the sand rushes through the hour glass.
Our lives speeds past us right before our eyes.
So you better move on. And follow your plans.
Be a leader in your stance. And never miss giving a chance.
If it drops into your hands.
Sanitize your fear away. Save it for another day.
Maybe for a rainy day.