Hold your ass cus here goes the cold water

Genie's out of the bottle, let's go full throttle,
arrive where the voices rock us all
to the core, voices left and right comin'
up out of the shore to tell us which
way to go-- "this way" , "that way" ,
"this world is yours"--

Bullshit princess. You ain't got keys
to this magic sheet called reality.
What you got instead is the brain in
your head, feet on the floor, echo off
the walls screaming "I want more" --
yeah, well, me too princess. We can't all be
heroes or zeroes or emperor nero's, some
of us gotta clean the shit up or eat it up,
twist it up in some other lie other than
the one we're living, your skin's a myth.

So here we are in this cave eating a bit of lunch,
this cave full of voices, to them I say "enough,"
but they don't stop, this cave full of fear,
instead they give me some advice about my career.
"Hold your nose, hold your ass, hold your eyes, hold your tongue,
hold your girl, hold your wife, hold your child, hold your son,
and when you done holding, let that shit go,
fall to the floor, never pick it up-- don't look at it again.
At least, until the rent is due.


Shoo-wee, precaution tumbles
out of the faucet and reminds us
all what it means to live in the moment.
Present is the past is the future is now.