Searchlights and Suspects

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Kill The Vultures - Rap, Jazz Fusion

Searchlights and Suspects

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Manic mindstate pills feed Panic crime rate kills Eyes dilate; planet vibrates 'n sits still Why wait 'til the thumbs up greenlight? Dumbstruck, don't seem right Still tryin' to get they dump truck unstuck each night Cheap life sex sells half price damaged goods; beat wife Three strikes; caught you one mo 'gain with that peace pipe; sleep tight Dirt bags are we; had me hooked from the first drag; I'm free Sold my birth tags now I curse at the street; lurk past the scene Work fast as thieves; bloodhounds turned loose after me Heard the news didn't know which words to use; stashed the key Gravity shakes now/ broke loose, atrophy breakdown Point at what ain't there/ blank stare, passively make rounds 7 mile pile-up; sitting ducks single-file; Stuck Car wreck; scarred flesh; the hard rest has defiled us Garbage in the wild dust blowing halo's round the angels Harvest moon plays us all like puppets 'fore the day folds Brain doesn't work right/ trust what my gut says Sleep every third night/ search lights and suspects Our hands have earned stripes/ 'X's' marked blood red Bonfires burn bright/ search lights and suspects Second hand smoke corodes the minute hand stroke Congested and broke/ orphans pray while the timid man chokes Mildew fills through black lungs/ shilouette still moves where the hats hung Tennants don't last long here/ they all live amongst the last ones Marie tiptoes through the windows/ nightgown and oil lamp Tempting all the widows with symbols of the tinfoil tramps Suicide kings movin' by/ even the bluest eye blinks Who am I? Thinks the fool/ wise man takes a drink in his stool and sinks My photographs are figures framed and fading I figure fame is waiting center stage where they got niggers chained, parading The liquor stains the painting/ old maids faint, arms flailing Look in the cage, winter fades/ Our daydreams are derailing The train goes sailing past with gray ghosts scaling back They feed the furnace hellfire/ well wired boxcars trailing last Reminds when the church bells first fell down into the nursery The earth swelled/ heard yells then silence was our virgin piece Rain-soaked paper read that the day closed with another plain-clothed cop holding heads over bridges by they ankles 'til they drain cold blood from the same hole that he put in they frame where'd his aim go? Bleach in the shot glass watch me walk past/ talk trash/ down the hatch reach for the cash damn he shot back draws fast for a off-cat landrymat hustler with his mom's name tatted on fat Stuck with a stiff hand 'bout to fold in the face of the devil waiste deep in the quicksand Hit me with a proposition said I got to listen/ I'm a let you live and throw in a pot to piss in Ain't a damn thing free what you want from me/ I already know it sure as hell ain't gonna be cheap No alarms no surprises when he say that he want my soul even had the nerve to throw some dough behind it Up to my neck not much time left thinking 'bout how the devil 'bout to watch my death So what's its gonna be light's out or life now? I can give you anything you want if you run with me I said I made my mind up take my hand get me out this jam// don't just stand there help me climb up Devil reached down/ pulled him in/yelled see you in hell/ watched him drown/ let him sink down

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  • Crescent Moon