Cunninlynguists, The Grouch , Eligh - 100 Years lyrics

A hundred years in the sunshine
Hasn't taught me all there is to know

100 years and running and nothing seems
To stop the tears from coming
Trapped inside a cage built of bone
Held together by rage and something love like
Near and dear to spirit, I hear it
It whispers in the conscience
Not a complimentary voice
It breaks me down and tells
Me lies so vicious i'm not like I used to be
In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life
Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes
Along the journey earned in a fight like
Battle to regain what was lost
In the Mai Tai cocktail of my 20's
In bright bright lights shown
Across the screen freely
Just so some souls could
Avoid the same deities
Devils and demons, Angels and healings
Rebels and reasons exposing the
Changing of seasons
A mangy hound to the best in show
The skull can be a prison
If just one kid listens
Then 100 years is worth every sentence
I'm on life row

Sentenced to a century
Starting through the bars glaring
Hard at the sentry
Guarding every scar with a
Heart feeling empty
Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi
Mentally reminiscing how he used
To stash that in a white hatchback
Now that money's rare like
A pro white halfback
Didn't kill a soul but the
System sent him Amtrak
Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat
Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday
What he miss is moonlight
Product of a goons life
Howling at the nothing in the
Sky away from eye sight
Raisin in the sun nothing
Left ahead but hindsight

39 in this height climb, light for a lifetime
Some wrinkles in that, quiet the mind
Silence the tongue, that's young
61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done
Make it last forever they sang
Then the rain came down
Turned pleasure to pain
And some couldn't stay sane
They'd run from pillar to post even
Chose to kill they own brains (Pour up
Drank) Or make others feel the strain
Brothers from the same mother ranged
Bipolar to hi roller
Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls
In a stroller that ain't worth the money
Get the power from the solar
Hit em with the honey and the natural soul
Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub
Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub

In August '63 Earl stood with King, Junior
Pain in his past he dreamed for the future
In '92 he stood with King, Rodney
Trying to leave a better
World for his progeny living room TV in '63
Saw JFK slumped over in his seat
Hospital bed TV in '08
Watched 44 carry 28 states
The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen
He turned around and shot
Guns for they freedom
World War I I lucky to come back
In '91 he lost a son in Iraq
Enough to make the old man's blood boil
Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil
In his belongings cassettes by PE
Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie
When Earl was young they lynched
Kids in the streets
But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus