Tekster:
Fishbone The Reality Of My Surroundings

resist from the powers that persist Will you shut up and sit still, I think you should obey Havin' very few rights, we cannot communicate Train my brain

I wish everyday the sun would shine Take me to another place in my mind Where everything is beautiful And no wants or needs Nor sign of greed Could

work I don't get paid Work in school and learnin' the, learnin' the supposed rule But in the street I make my, my own rules Mama, she just wanted me to do my

pinching No remorse, no glory I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all Female sittin' on my face, no

I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes Hell And you will see that the pipe is your reality Pray to the Junkiemaker Surrounded by mental

once, there was a wall inside my head And I had a dream once, there was a wall inside my head And I had a dream once, there was a curse upon my soul