Official taproot Homepage lyrics: mentobe sometimes i just sit back and wonder what was meant to be learned from that event that occured everything happens for a reason right i left behind just another tragic lesson in life an organic rush adrenaline flight high above the traumatised situation of life...it's ironic, considerate rarity patron of love, higher knowledge engulfs me 'cause, the blast of fate a lesson, to my eyes concerned and overwhelmed theirs were of fear yet i'm feelin' so empty inside and yet it burns so akward this..time.....tears a waterfall of acid cries from his, eyes, i need to recognize, it's meant to be...he's alive and his cries just begin arisin' suprisin' as well...this little boy proud of helpin' those in need but he's not me but just maybe he could be, i can see it now because, i'm a hero in his eyes temporarily blind this immature kid a spirit as well an angel, hiding by helping and wanting to understand..me...it's somethin' w/ my pride, lies, i cannot hide my true side, and maybe in distress i can still come out laughing that's the way i am...am i hard to recognize? what do i need to realize? why can't i see w/ my own eyes? what do i need to see? sound control you know that i'm a fugitive that's how it is, a funky freaked out twisted lyricistical mystical energy, when i'm flowin' i'm flowin' to blow it up, because i'm like gravy, i got the sauce to get it done right, and acheive all there is that i want to be individuality about myself remainin' true and free, and helpin' others in need ain't no greed conquerin' my destiny, i live my life around the homeopathic schizophrenical energetical vocal manner is gettin' fatter and fatter served on a platter w/ a big old fat ass side of metaphysical culture, i've controled my past and i control my future..don't see my life through tunnel vision w/ horizon's expanded w/ an open mind clear to those tidbits of knowledge..pimp ass..you know i like to kick out that flowin' shit, make you get up and groove so loose and let your inner child play out loud and experience the only way's to learn and enjoy those times seem so and few and far between right, take advantage w/ that smile i've seen, w/ that gold toothed grin when we win over the floor, like be4 me w/ my bro to my right side he's the man churnin' out that collaborated rhythm, to make those clothes fill up w/ sweat, the girls are ? I control my future, I've controlled my past, try to keep my head clear to acheive my goals at last...it's a whole as a sound control.. lowlife in company respect's shown mutual into it's own, indifference although when i'm left alone and true feeling's begin to show, honesty overflows in my mind when i try not to cry 'cause i'm blind and alive, and esteem has no gleam and it can't be seen, i'm so alone, i still can't understand these feeling's that i'm feelin, you're pullin' me back and forth all that you're doin' is confusin' me, with this emotional strain, it's drivin' me to the edge of insanity, you can't blame me for your pain and sufferin'...not keepin on no downlow, i'm screamin the flow in your face, just like mace in your eyes, like feelin' my bass in your thighs, it's time to recognize and realize that your ways are not the only ways to lead your life...low, concerned about what others think right, cause your ego's makin' your core so weak tunnel vision, you move from .a to .b to .c, that's not the point see, you lived your life around me....i'm crushed inside, each day i get by, w/ the gleam in my eyes...if you want me then just try to find me, if you ever need to suck me dry, when you need me you won't ever see me i've lost respect now watch you cry, touched on me so shortly then just left me 2 you watched me bleed now you smile, you walked through me while you crushed that gleam i had inside my eyes. mirrors reflection I'm your mirror's reflection, what you don't like about me is what you hate in yourself, you should see through others eyes be4 you go ahead and make 'em feel like shit stop it but you won't because you hate yourselves images bitch, sometimes i get so frustrated haunting visions in the back of my mind, oh you struck a pose w/ your hand extended open arms in an idiocratic ways you try to lie to yourselves but you can't break through that sacred wisdom of your spirit...used...freak....sometimes i would give anything just to be somethin more than nothin' home | info | sounds | visuals | the goods | clothing | dates | view | sign | e-mail