Kali

Dirtbag Dirtbag I admit it kinda' kind hurts bad But everybody come in and get turnt And get turnt, and get turnt High-class scum. I'm the epitome I'm half-strung out and succumbed to the identity Substance in a little green baggy. Too in love with the obscenities That come with being me I guess addiction runs within this withering family tree I'm the bad apple that is self-afflicting; a black, skinny sheep With the tendendies of a scorpion I crawl into a corner and contort 'til there's no more existence My way of living's menacing and torturous All of it's the enemy I war against But, even this warrior's sword that's gripped Cannot cut the ties I've attached to my bodily form I wish for formlessness. I'm warped and shit I once asked a Hindu Monk if he saw Pulp Fiction He said he only sold the merch inside his store a bit I was wearing the shirt 'cause I support the flick But, I know he knew there was more than aesthetics To why I wore it and sensed that I had, of course, a connection To the drug-fueled mania. I crave Samadhi And I wished that he could save me from this state; unlock me Raise the snake from the base of my spine Take me to Light. I need Kundalini's great arising Mother, I feel you Slithering in my system I hear you, Krishna Do what needs to be done This time, I promise I won't run They want a record they can dance to. Well, party to this Forget your worries when the beat drops and start to dismiss Every word that I am speaking from the heart and then twist Toosie slide to my struggles with your Bacardi and Fifth I don't want the pity anyway. This OCD, Bipolar me Anxiety-ridden brain, it can stay. I've always been unstable Happiness has jumped into the mix, I've been okay Duality's a tricky place to live, I think I'm glad I'm able to live; I thank Every demon in hell on a consistent basis To the point that they might give me the position Satan sits in If he walks in for his throne, then I'm saying: This is taken Yeah, me and my heathens, we get along fine So, drink and be gleeful and play this song high I mean, raise up the volume until the knob's right Don't get choked up like breathin' in while you're hogtied I'm not alright, but I'm just fine Yes, I'm smiling, but things ain't all nice We've all got addictions that we can't shake So, let's come together and two-step to this, step to this, to this drum-break. Sing Mother, I feel you Slithering in my system I hear you, Krishna Do what needs to be done This time, I promise I won't run We've all got addictions that we can't shake So, let's come together and two-step to this drum-break. Sing Mother, I feel you Slithering in my system I hear you, Krishna Do what needs to be done This time, I promise I won't run