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Storm Watch
"A man of his revenue, at the eve of the war, standing in a canyon of residue"
Ready for war, ready to talk again ready to walk again
The next best thing since oxygen that's still moving
Hold the specimen in my hands running with a still movement
Lizards tail still moving below the pipelines, development drains
Instantaneous instant replay dislocate your skeletal frame
Pledge of allegiance turns heart failure, dismember the veins
Abstinence sent from the rebellions main, communication celibate train
September 1st, a new month, same day, put the book down and sigh from birth
Rhyming verses wondering whose going to find it first
The wave carries along, we just ponder existence
Walking your swamp dog, Residential honorable mentions, no longer resist it
As you know by now, the message is getting longer
Rewards for service: A medal of congression honor and a Herbal Essence product
Sit and soak in the extremity's of bread and coffee, the dead, the bodies
That the modern world leaves it's impression on me
This is beyond total disaster, pollution, global hazard
Oil spill, the flammable liquid spreads towards floating traffic
My advice: Join the Rainforest club and follow the smog trail
Railroad cross-rails, fish heads and oxtail
Sacrifices must be made, drop the stone on the bird
Contaminated water insures that I'll choke on those words
Spacescape photographers snip snap when the swarm is right
Coast guard rolls up: Have you got a license for that waterpipe?
Thinking. How many earthquakes would it take to leave me stuck in this place?
Meal at the corner shop, piranha staring up from the plate
3 hours Monday, it happens all over again
New York City, I've never been there, maybe someday
I can almost hear the runaway train, on the waste tracks, going one way
Yeah, Katrina didn't affect you, but it will someday
Haitian tradition, Kidnapped ribcage pinnaple larva
Machete thousands in Rwanda, I'm not much for gunplay
Pass the lantern, late night spectacle, fireflies are risin'
The last of America's heros, recyle signs behind em'
Corn curnels down by the river, back to the start again
My ankle bone cracks at the thought it
Claim enlightment, bookworm Buddhist - hiding the ointment
Some of you haven't even seen the inside of a toilet
Find your own way through the jungle there's no arrow around
And if you wake up thinking the same way,
- I suggest you turn the barrel around.
Extermination warehouse, lights on, insects, I'm scaring em' out.
Lead a life of jazz improvisation, marry on the terrace -
Then transfer my body heat unto my son so he can carry on the legacy
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When I'm on the skytrain headed for the centersphere
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