Bummed Out

Lyrics

Loer Velocity - "Bummed Out" [Emcee(s): Loer Velocity] [Producer(s): DJ Ese] [Additional Vocals: [?]] [Intro: Homeless Man (Loer Velocity)] What's up, Hollywood? Heh. Check this out, young blood. Heh [Verse 1: Loer Velocity] People pass me by like I don't even exist, like I'm not even there and I damn sure ain't missed, but Then again, who wants to acquaint themselves With a drunken derelict smelling like piss? Anyway. Shit, my bodily stench'll make The noblest of men frown up and squint I'm down to just cents, a paper cup and some lint And this cardboard box propped up like a tent Watch the streets go from trash to Heaven and back Watch 'em grow from little tykes to neighborhood mack Watch sparks from trains cause fires on tracks Often haunted by my love for the soul of folks black Every person has a story, and this one here is pending But every story that's told doesn't have a happy ending, you see? Most of my time's spent as time's spent With the random day-to-day hate that makes its way Into my world. Wish I could close those blinds But I'm comfortable with self. You know? The filthy and grime Repulsive kind, I live in Dante's Inferno You stare in my face, fuck around and get burnt, yo I've learnt, though, that most people live in fear. They Don't see what's right near or question what they hear. That's A story in itself and I'ma leave that there And concentrate, get enough change for this next beer [Hook: Loer Velocity] (x2) I'm filthy, grimy, product of this institution I still possess the heart to start the people's revolution Drugs, famine, disease, prostitution I wish my peoples had the heart to start the revolution [Verse 2: Loer Velocity] People pass me by like I don't even exist, like I'm not even there and that shit used to get me pissed, but Nowadays, I'm slumming, seeing the bigger picture The man who knows himself is the man who's richer In every sense of the word 'cause your own self'll trick ya Look at me, prime example of what could be That old-school factor with the new-school edge I could speak about the Hell 'cause I be knowing its ledge No grievances dead—fuck that, fuck 'em all My time serving this country brought my life back to a crawl I ain't bitter though. I'm in a state of tranquility And I am a product of neglected liability So I don't empathize with this patriotic world of sin Most people of today need more self-discipline What? Who am I to contend with the next man's struggle? Yeah, I know we're all savages in this concrete jungle But what happened to the everfreeing culture of refinement And keeping ourselves in sync with the soul alignment? See, the voice of revolution's past speaks through me So now I'm truly a domestic terrorist Mr. Jack Daniels is my personal therapist We build all the time about the once-strong black fist And staying drowned out from the occurrences of the day 'Cause ain't nobody fucking with a bum any old way [Hook (Overlapped with Outro): Loer Velocity] (x2) I'm filthy, grimy, product of this institution I still possess the heart to start the people's revolution Drugs, famine, disease, prostitution I wish my peoples had the heart to start the revolution [Outro (Overlapped with Hook): Homeless Man (Loer Velocity) and [?]] Homeless Man (Loer Velocity): Give to your local dirt charity. I need to eat [?]: And the people then are... they are structured in a society. They too have to come, uh, a participant to the... to society itself. And you also... in any society, you'll take on the behavior and the mannerisms of the structure of which you are a part of