Pharaoh Beetles - Recliptor Electronix

I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting Or I'm probably just on the rag I saw a man picking clover in front of my doctors office I thought it was like winning the lottery Or that maybe his wife had liked clover when she was alive And I started to cry, I started to cry I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting Or I'm probably just on the rag I saw a girl walking on the sidewalk with her boyfriend When I was in the car He grabbed her arm so hard, and pulled her along And I wanted to run him over and make him die And I start to cry, I started to cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, and girls are weak, and boys don't cry I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive Or I'm six feet underground I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting Or I'm probably just on the rag I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes

Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead And I guess we them little black beetles Just want attractive singles And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it's still legal Weeding through cathedrals applied to my cerebral They ain't built they feeble, driven by the ego The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people How many lives will they take today? We ain't equal Another world war sequel a doomsday prequel This ain't the world we thought it was when we as in pre-school Sometimes it's hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I'm see-thru Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts I won't say I take it back, because I worked hard for that But this life ain't turn out to be what it seem Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream Got me Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead Who would've thought a marchin' Martin could spark a starvin' artist Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly Smoking herb with just Marley and me This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave, that's mother nature for ya Uh, patient it's sagacious I ain't gon pay shit why she ain't gon say shit Now that's respectable cause most women expect it tho Except that the words are derived through the rhythm wreck em' Professional, exceptional, half man half extra terrestrial They got me Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead