I have found a lack of sympathy
for my chemically dependant brothers and sisters.
It disturbs me my eye rolling attitudes,
I search through my studies of gods,
I search for the compassion within me.
And I only have it half a day a week.
I try and I try and I try and I try,
having myself cross the fucking death junk line,
the forcid cock the back hand of love,
I know, I know, I know I, know,
if I can get my shit clean after all the shit I seen,
if I can still fall in love,
and laugh my head off at my life,
and my hard hard lessons.
Then why don?t you you rich 35 yr. old junkie fuck,
I want compassion for you, but my friend I have none!
You bear your victimization like a cross, a crutch.
Your lazy, its easier than to cop out than to rise above,
believe me, believe you me,
I can’t believe you but just to be nice?
right now is that half a day a week,
that ill make a search for compassion.
For you, poor you, you fucking white millionaire!
My eyes are aching from roll.

We’re just half a dream away
Sitting on our fences
Building up defences
Making up rules by which you play

We’re just half way down the road
Staking our postions
But stupid supersitions
Only give fools too heavy a load

The magpie screeched and the windows shattered
Her body’s bruised but her soul’s not battered
The fireman tried but the hose was broken
The cupboards bare but the door needs closing

We spend half our time away
From being where we want to
And seeing who it’s fun to
Not blaming ourselves for our mistakes

We spend half a dream away
Looking out of windows
Waiting for a signal
Waiting for night to close the day

The tree was bare but the birds were singing
The milk turned sour and my thirst needs quenching
The meat was dead and I need me feeding
The room was cold but the night was freezing

The rainbow frowned when the sun was laughing
A baby’s snatched on a beatiful morning
A dog runs wild and the brakes are screaming
A church on fire is struck by lightining
The dead man’s hands had beautiful fingers
The princess frowned at her lovers mistress
She went insane and poisoned the children
A teacher’s drowned and a child is laughing

She asked him why…
“why I’m a hairy guy
I’m hairynoon an nighty night night
my hair is a fright
i’m hairy high and low
but dont ask me why”
cause he don’t know
“it’s not for lake or bread,
like the grateful dead”
darling
“give me a head with hair…
long beautiful hair
shining, beaming, streamin’ ??????????
give me down there…”
HAIR
“shoulder length or longer…”
HAIR
“here baby, there mama, everywhere ????????
HAAAAIR
grow it, show it, long as i can grow it… my hair.”
Fly in the breeze
and get caught in the trees
a home for the flees
in my hair.
A home for the flees
A Hive for the bees (the buzzin’ bees)


Sorry I am too lazy now. I tried? I’m not pro. u can finish the rest.

I am not the type of dog
That could keep you waiting
For no good reason
Run a carbon-black test on my jaw
And you will find it’s all been said before

I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest
It’s easier and better
To just beat it from the chest
Of desire

I could walk into this room
And the waves of conversation are enough
To knock you down in the undertow
So alone so alone in my life
Feed me banks of light
And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung
It’s a beautiful life
And I can hang my hairshirt
Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog’s life chest
Or bury it at sea
All my life I’ve searched for this

Here I am here I am in your life
It’s a beautiful life
My life
It’s a beautiful life
Your life

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn’t mean you were, mine I was your (3X)
You’re in a
you rang
yours rang

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn’t mean you were, mine I was your (3X)
Your in a

At night, wishful gardens
At night, where the heart is
At night, disco gardens
At night, we’ll be ga…….

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn’t mean you were, mine I was your (3X)
Your in a
Wishful gardens, at night
Where the heart is, at night
Wishful gardens, at night
Wishful gardens

I was your mine, you were mine
I didn’t mean you were, mine I was your (3X)
Your in a
Your rang
Your’s rang
at night wishful gardens
at night, where the heart is
at night you were so modest
at night, crisco lockers
at night, the mount for homely
it’s like, fistful garbage
at night, the whiz go ga….

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase

Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passing craze

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It’s our problem-free philosophy

Hakuna Matata!

Hakuna Matata?

Yeah. It’s our motto!

What’s a motto?

Nothing. What’s a-motto with you?

Those two words will solve all your problems

That’s right. Take Pumbaa here
Why, when he was a young warthog…

When I was a young wart hog

Very nice

Thanks

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal

I’m a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And oh, the shame He was ashamed
Thought of changin’ my name What’s in a name?
And I got downhearted How did ya feel?
Everytime that I…

Hey! Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!
Oh. Sorry

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passing craze

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna–

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
(Repeats)

I say “Hakuna”

I say “Matata”

I’m aware some stare at my hair.
In fact, to be fair,
Some really despair of my hair.
But I don’t care,
Cause they’re not aware,
Nor are they devonaire.
In fact, they’re just square.

They see hair down to there,
Say, “Beware” and go off on a tear!
I say, “No fair!”
A head that’s bare is really nowhere.
So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!
Show it you care.
Wear it to there.
Or to there.
Or to there, if you dare!

My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.
Did I care?
Au contraire!
Spare hair is fair!
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astair got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Nor nor a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair on a pear?
Nowhere, mon frere!

So now that I’ve shared this affair of the hair,
I’m going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?

(Beard Poem)

Here’s my beard.
Ain’t it wierd?
Don’t be sceered,
Just a beard.

When I woke up this morning from the night before
My brain was pulsating, I was battered and sore
Nothing I tried would satisfy Cold Coke and Pepsi or Canada Dry

What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog

What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog

Finally pulled myself out of my bed Feeling kinda dodgy, I was feeling half dead
Done it before, probably do it again Don’t know if I ever will learn

What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog Hair of the dog Hair of the dog

Finally pulled myself out of my bed Feeling kinda dodgy, I was feeling half dead
Done it before, probably do it again Don’t know if I ever will learn

What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog
What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog
What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog
What’s so wrong, hair of the dog There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog

(spoken)
Give me a little bit of volume on this

You’re a heart-brakin’ soul shaker
I’ve been told about you
I’ve seen y’on the midnight show girl
A’what they been sayin’ must be true

Red hot mama
They’ll be trouble
I say time’s gonna pay your dues

CHORUS:
Now you’re messin’ with a A SON OF A
Now you’re messin’ witha son of a bitch
Now you’re messin’ with a A SON OF A
Now you’re messin’ with a son of a bitch

Talkin’ Jive and poison ivy
You ain’t gonna cling to me
Man take a bold thinker
I ain’t so blind I can’t see

Red hot mama
They’ll be trouble
I say time’s gonna pay your dues

CHORUS

CHORUS (X5)

[Intro]
Yo
I can’t sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna fucking sing
Cos i’m happy
Yeh, i’m happy
HaHa
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

[Verse #1 Sung]
Some days i sit, staring out the window
Watchin’ this world pass me by
Sometimes i think theres nothing to live for
I almost break down and cry

Somtimes i think i’m crazy
I’m crazy, oh so crazy
Why am i here, am i just wasting my time?

But then i see my baby
Suddenly i’m not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

[Chorus]
Somtimes it feels like the world’s on my shoulders
Everyone’s leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world’s almost over
But then she come back to me

[Verse #2 Sung]
My baby girl [hailey laughs] keeps gettin’ older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cos they don’t understand me
They just dont see my real side

I act like shit, dont phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive

But then i see my baby
Suddenly i’m not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

[Chorus]

[Verse #3 Rapped]
Yeh and if i could sing, i’d keep singing this song to my daughter
If i could hit the notes, i’d blow something as long as my father
To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got ‘er
God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn’t [censored] (abort her)

Now you prob’ly get this picture from my public persona
That i’m a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cos there’s a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o’ ma soul,
And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up
Or try to live up to these expectations? now look,
I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But i got a wife who’s determined to make my life living hell
But i handle it well, given the circumstances i’m dealt
So many chances, man, it’s too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that i’ve wasted are nothing to the tears that ive tasted
So here’s what im facin: 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I’ve went to jail for this woman, i’ve been to bat for this woman
I’ve taken bats to people’ backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why’d i stick my penis uppin?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i’d seen what she was fuckin
But fuck it, it’s over, there’s no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby’s travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
Its like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted

[Chorus]

[Outro – Spoken]
Woow!
I told you, i can’t sing.
Oh well, i tried
Haley, remember when i said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what, daddy’s here.
And i ain’t goin nowhere baby
I love you (kiss)