I'm not slowing down
I got a head full of ash
And a pocket full of dust
And death ain't got nothing on me
In these choked up streets with
coked up street walkers
suits pressed, pumps
honey you're not that fresh
don't try to sell me your shit
cause i'm not buyin
no time for most
of these chumps
plug in and download
the day's latest personality
eyes glazed mouths frothed
who are these motherfuckers?
waiting for mr. marketer to tell them
what's cool
you wanna know what's cool?
to be wild and free
like a shimmering heat
like a howling wind
whipped and fierce in the night
to not buy it
not buy in
to wonder
and feel wanderlust
and the blood pumping in your ears
and to be uncontrolled
beyond control
beyond shame
and to burn
and self-destruct
and be reborn
and die and die
and not to stop
and not lie down
and not fork over
and not ever stop
and screaming fear
and pushing still
and eating the heart of life
to gain its strength
and not ever slowing down
