Sick of holding my breath

I get called up about a million times a day

Its from people I dont know who dont know what to say

A scripted shifted thoughtless process

and I am not interested in your free tickets to the tropics

How'd you get my number anyway?

I swear more people call me than I even care to say

Clearly not a million I'm exaggerating a bit

but what the * you stupid * take me off that putrid list

I am sick of holding my breath

Mom's two states away dreaming of morning sunrises

and walks on the beach while I sit at home alone

not interested in social excursions with thoughtless speech

this one here

this is for the rocking peeps

caught in the streets with nowhere to go

and nowhere to sleep at least in peace

cause Im right there with you homie

I shit you not rumble and tumble I live to rot

and rot I will until the day that my shit is packed

and I fly away, cause I'm sick of holding my breath

But I've devised a plan to get us out of this mess

to realize our true potential and put it to the test

I confess, I'm a lost child with seemingly insignificant significance

and what lies in these lines is my deliverance

From evil. From people who stand beneath church steeples

preaching guilt ridden values to all those unequal

From people with white collars and BIG dollars

telling me that "money is what makes the world spin."

Sir I must differ what makes my world spin comes in a bottle

and its labelled liquor and when that bottle tips a final degree

from a 179 to a mere one eighty and that last drop hits my lips

My God am I in bliss and you better believe that I'm living my dreams

So save me your idealistic ideologies of philosophy

cause its gotten me ill, ill enough to kill

like the US Government after Kennedy's "United States Note"

Engraved on a debt free 2 dollar bill

Sir I've have my fill and the game is done

I aint here to judge so I cant say who's won

but I can say that since early, my journey,

well its just begun.. simply because I am sick of holding my breath.