Sup folks. Ratrap on another beat by shaggy (http://shaggyhaired.newg rounds. com/) "Horn on the Cob"

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There's an hour 'til the city lights go dim
All sittin' drinkin' coffee so turn up the radio, listen
tin can on wheels, some steel and transmission
People plannin' visits, workin' ants on exhibition
Dull, sweet tension deep within a vision
of somethin'that the powers in the towers were missin'.
Watchin' my own back there's no time to relax
I think that my little brother has had a relapse.
I'm graspin' for straws, unapparent which side is the law on
who's it gonna be next that they draw arms on.
I don't want to raise any cause for alarm
Or subject myself to any bodily harm
there's a good probability of this shit gettin' hard
Yet we take it easy sit n chill in a car, at a bar, have a couple
find some trouble take a hit n feel ill with the twinkling stars

Somethin' about this shit still doesn't feel real
I sift through the rubble of my mind healed
I still have to use my pedals so that i can burn these bicycle wheels
I got a Good deal, lost souls goin no where
Avoidin' potholes on the road n I don't care
Stickin' middle fingers to assholes who wont share
people these days are always so damn scared
Pluggin' away, we hide our faces
Drive that tin can believin' that your safe in
the calm before the storm
Hurry up please, The current commotion has been boring me
Not the type of person with a problem for authority
But I been mappin' the future... historically

No one told me that we all dream with petroleum
Combustion companies claiming to be holy men
Hold me then as we witness this magnificent story's end.
Tales of rusted boxes on broken wheels once glorious

Point A to Spot B to place C too late for D
people wanna drive this race for a convenient fee
Sometimes I can be a face of the meanest trees
Corrupted from head to toe, root to greenest leaves
Power diggers suckin shit, this tightly wound noose
Every hour's but a second for a firmly grounded spruce
And we stand to choose to loose the land we use
votes wrote down on notes of an old oak I once knew
But I keep my head down and just keep going
No one ever knows what the Ocean has been flowing
Outspoken, my house will never remain opened.
Somethin in the air lately left my lungs chokin'

And what could my fate be,
Will I be hung hopin' I could get another smoke in,
hangin' with the dope man, I croak floatin
Lookin' to the Heavens, Diamonds in the night sky,
were they replaced by a man with dollar signs in his eyes
Y'know I might try just as long as it's the right time
Let the evil come in and try to fight my wise mind
Pens and notepads disguise me as a nice guy,
Pay the toll, and roll the dice like three or four times
Why lie when you can load the die snake eyes every time

I take mine make dimes climb vines and write rhymes
Fake signs, wrong turn follow broken white lines
Long rides I glide burn whatever we could find
A song of sighs yearnin' for a better place outside
let my light shine
Let my light shine, we all come together tell the story for the last time
Let my rhyme find its broken way through time
We all write a somber ending for the others to find
empty shells in metal boxes frozen in time