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Don't push me, cuz i'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head (a-ha-ha-ha-ha...) Nothing in my pockets except an empty wallet and some house keys "FUCK YOU" for anyone who doubts me As i walk the streets armed with the faith That these boots will be enough get me home in one piece I exhale, breathe the air, Smoke-trail got me thinking 'bout the reason I'm here Cuz I'm only nineteen but my mind is old City-sider heat wave to Minnesota cold Cold like the streets of the cross Where underagers litter the pavement This ain't paradise - it's innosence lost Cold like the veins of the junkies Cold like the hearts of those who take their money I swear to god, somebody died on my block the other night A life lost to a domestic fight - that shit ain't right Now my picket fence don't look so white I wonder what posesses a man to kill his wife And as that wasn't enough, We build these fucking poker machines Sucking the soles of our single moms See, I'm like Tim Freedman, I wish I could blow 'em up For all the futures that they've ruined and the homes they've broken up Now that's proof of a cold world They're packaging addiction and they sell it as a game But anyway - time's exponential, two party preferential And though it's incremental day-to-day we making change... Here I am Still tryng to make this stone bleed In the city of late trains and broken dreams Where you rap or you talk or put your graph on the wall You've got to make something out of nothing at all... And yes, I built this house, I made 'em wrong, I watched it crumble and now I'm moving on Now she is rotten to the core, what a pity We don't wanna be forgotten so we write our stories on the walls of our cities I'd write them all for you if I had the time With fourty-foot long letters cuz they're important It's enough of a challenge, handeling mine, taking one day at a time Dread and water and crossing borders... Next to me a baby is crying for his mom as the grounds leave Economy class with chaos all around me But i don't even care I'm not even there Frozen in a blank stare with my headphones blaring like: Don't push me, cuz i'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head (a-ha-ha-ha...) Nothing in my pockets but a boarding pass and a passport Fasson i love you for the friends i never asked for It keeps me safe, guides me from the sickness Like a pocket full of posies i walk with the wicked Talk with a quickness, never let 'em catch up They wouldn't play with you if they'd see the odds are stacked up So you back it up, moving town to town Gotta study how the local village people get down Riding through the night on a chu train Having revelations about my place in the food chain Looking out the window, with the world is in bind Determined to do something with my given time And to begin with, imma fit it in a rhyme Watch as *** ones seated at times Shit, i spend my days hoping, and buy the same token We here to get our change broken and our name spoken So this is my dot on the map, my drop in the ocean, My patch of dirt and imma make something Make something work, make something feel, Make something hurt, make something real Make something out of me, Make a friend out of you then again make an enemy of me Be so just let me be, let me rest, let me sleep, let me wake, Let me eat, let me grow, be at peace, Let your guard down, let me close, i'll let you see, Let you know, let you near, draw you in, let you here, Show you things, imma let you in... Said imma let you in.. Said imma let you in... Horrorshow two double-ow nine, one time for your mind Said imma let you in. Got to take you inside... "So here's us, over right in the edge. Don't push me. And i won't push you."