Streetwise / Caramba - Psycho Choke

Yeah, yeah Psycho greetings from the street arena, to all the voices that go

unheard,

Post modern attitude straight from the gutters to the stage

For those still fighting with no cause, I guess that no one knows,

We’re coming like a big crescendo

Forfeit the Texture of a soul, the essence of a though

We’re growing like a teen libido

The reason only to be made, as I will soon repay

We’re burning in our own inferno

I can’t avoid what’s wrong I can’t decide what’s right, to move

We’re gathering the right momentum

Back from the dead, when I recall your name

Let the blind spot, devour the wicked

Like when I get wasted

Never mind if it’s too late to wing it

Streetwise through the day

Inertia motivated youth, instead of politics our truth

We cut them like a knife through butter

Am I Self righteous all the time, I’ve got my own design

Still singing my blues from the gutter

Come play the suicidal game, god with a walking Frame

I’ve enough loss to recover

Come closer I won’t mind, Come closer I wont bite

As I will reach for my revolver