Goretex - The Art of Dying lyrics

Life's riddles are strange
I'm sick of the days the art of dying
In my heart of hearts symbolize change
Witness the pain blocks of free cheese
Becky sold her crib for coke
Slept with the baby and crushed her
Ribs in the middle of smoke
Close encounters
Pedophiles in schools posing as janitors
Background checks where they collected the
Death tolls from Canada
Acura shootouts under my windows
Filled with passengers
Throwbacks splattered with brains
Zip them up with no bandages
Anybody gets it, somebody wetted JMJ
No respect for his craft, shot in his face
Laughed and they ran away
Too many massacres, too many babies pass away
I'm only blasting to comfort you
Humans in the last days



We turn the page, the inner self
It's the art of dying
The book of change blood
We never stopped climbing
Time be moving too fast
It's just the art of dying
Police sirens, no food in the fridge
Mama's crying

We turn the page, the inner self
It's the art of dying
The book of change blood
We never stopped climbing
Time be moving too fast
It's just the art of dying
Police sirens, surviving this life
Mama's dying

I asked God if I'm redeemed at all
For things I seen and did
As a kid I grew up foul
With bitterness from being poor
Beat up Pumas and pants, didn't understand
Fighting with mom
The pizza place don't take food stamps
I'm losing my grip
Everybody's pops was strict
My uncle was cool till the
Cancer devoured his dick
I never looked back
I buried more souls than I knew
Eulogies so familiar to me
Tears and the stench of glue
Predict apocalypse, cynic visions of two
Mini images of towers falling
And women consumed
These killers have proved it boils
Down to oil and food
Another newscast hovers the clouds
To poison the mood

We turn the page, the inner self
It's the art of dying
The book of change blood
We never stopped climbing
Time be moving too fast
It's just the art of dying
Police sirens, no food in the fridge
Mama's crying

We turn the page, the inner self
It's the art of dying
The book of change blood
We never stopped climbing
Time be moving too fast
It's just the art of dying
Police sirens, surviving this life
Mama's dying

Prescriptions we don't need
Religion we don't feed get the Henny out
Selling up V's and smoking trees
Stay tanked up, double shanks up
Spiritually bankrupt
Walk through Canarsie like Big banging
Getting my gangs up
These little hoes selling checks for stoges
Trading your diapers for dutches
Benefit's for clothes hocking freebies
She rocking on socks stinking of feces
Video bitches, easy to pop
Most are disease freaks
Shorty with five seeds and three in her face
Whilin out, smoking krills up
Puffing up in the baby's face
Get him some Ritalin quick
He turns killer when
He starts illing, never got love
Never to live again who break the cycle
His life is only to kill again
Once innocent but the hatred's
Turning on him again

We turn the page, the inner self
It's the art of dying
The book of change blood
We never stopped climbing
Time be moving too fast
It's just the art of dying
Police sirens, no food in the fridge
Mama's crying

We turn the page, the inner self
It's the art of dying
The book of change blood
We never stopped climbing
Time be moving too fast
It's just the art of dying
Police sirens, surviving this life
Mama's dying