(w graber) They borrow words for thoughts and steal what they feel from fools who choose to feel For every black and white for every ash to ash shades
blow their winds Across the mountains A life that's never safe and dry rodeos and riding high Ladies and their men get by on six guns and white lightening
back in again A game of pool would do your head in You know that Hell just isn't some kinda bottomless pit It's a chair in a long white corridor and
up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin
is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz My niggas, tell em [Az-Izz] Since I been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the kitten Black or white
"Might be the most slept on the world saying all this cool shit just get ignored like: 'word white boy, whatever dude forget it. I hope you learned your
and the winner is ash roth ya'll my man roth boys in the building tonight oh whatta feeling im feelin nice if you only live once and theres only one
(yo ash, [whats up man], if you could have any cartoon chick who would it be?) [Its funny you ask that] Right of the bat I'll have Jessica rabbit,
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense The lonely groups of company boys snapping pics Of scrawny limbs and toothy grins These are children riding
. Do the lifeline patterns change as I became a man An added aura untold blend as I asked for her hand. Did your golden needle sew it, thread virginial white
cut kindling crackles and the smoke curls up the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn chinook dies down as the dark descends pine has burned, the ash
2D2's, now it's time to meet your end. MNP: What's that you say, boy haven't you heard? Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird? I want
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio skylight Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of gray-white All through
them wearing Grey or blue. Did the burning of white mansions still The fire inside their hearts to kill Each other? the memories that lie where ash remains
My baby was born in a bed With white sheets, machines and heat Traveled home in a car to a three room nest, eats and sleeps Laminate flooring to crawl
Stamping out the acient cultures to spread a new disease sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas the banner is white, blue ; red the locust'
Places of sickness nurse me cold Attendant whiteness glare in dark Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams Shattered proofing