Rack em up did you see that stack
A monkey on her back I don’t want none of that
So fine am I doing time with a bitch that’s on the line
I won’t be picking up that slack
So right but it’s oh so wrong, see how she lays it down
Get this hook out of my mouth
All stained feeling shackled and confined
Take the chains off my legs remove the needle from my brain
Behind the eight take the shot believe it or not
You might just make it
Behind the eight losing your mind check the time
It’s not that late yet
Behind the eight
Don’t choke
…
What is it you see through your eyes of blue
If the sun did shine it might not shine on you
What is it you hear through the sound of pain
If the rain did fall it might not fall on you
What is it you feel through your heart of glass
If I spoke in rhyme would it ease your mind
Would it take you back to the things you left behind
…
a world so small
what if
it couldn’t fit us all
crammed against a wall
numbers in a book
fish caught on a hook
(lyric/stream) circa late-1990s