Song Description

Hope, desperation

Lyrics

The pen is mightier than sword and the hordes
Are already heeding my almighty word
Hijacking frequencies zone by zone
Bone by bone from Madrid to Cologne

International Criminal ? yeah that?s what they call me
The interpol want me but they got nothin on me
I?m hiding a weapon of mass destruction in my pocket
My paper is a launcher my pen is a rocket

I got rhymes galore I got a flow you would die for
My rythmical perfection gives you somethin to try for
Love it or hate it my style?s mutilated
My muse mutinied and my rhymin mutated

Can I make it all the way ? well who?s to say
And anyway I got my good days
I?m a pothead I shot dead half of my brain
I like pink champagne but now I try to abstain



CHORUS

Ba da ba ? I?m hopeful and desperate
Ba da ba ?My hope?s getting cold
Ba da ba - I?m desperately hopeful
Ba da ba - I fear for my soul

Ba da ba ? I?m hopeful and desperate
Ba da ba ? I hope I live to get old
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba da ba ba ba da ba



VERSE 2

Is there light in this darkness of insipid inanity?
To kindle the flame of my personal vanity?
Can the calamity insanity suits me fine
On like a crazy diamond I shine

I?m jaded and bored, world-weary and cynical
Sometimes I fear my problems are clinical
Too many hard drugs have taken their toll
I was down in a hole but I?m back on a roll

This life ain?t free - I?ve had my knocks
I got enough broken dreams to fill half shop
Two-faced two-timers won?t fool me two times
I?ve made my mistakes but I?ve left them behind


I adjust and I readjust just to get by
I open my third eye and diversify
Night to day and dawn to dusk
My lust turns to dust, my rhymes turn to rust

I must confess that I tend to digress
It?s a consequence of all the drugs I?ve taken I guess
My thoughts plot on pot in my overwrought mind
But i won?t make ?em stop I ain?t got the time

I?ve seen the signs and the time is nigh
For empires to fall and false gods to die
For freedom to come not only for some
You can?t talk peace with your hand on a gun

Or maybe I?m wrong and this hell will go on
Like sheeps to the slaugter just more cannon fodder
Drifting through life unaware and uncaring
Not sharing with each other, brothers killing brothers

Sometimes I don?t even care it?s too much
And I start to think maybe I ain?t got the guts
To somehow break free from the fetters and chains
Of this mortal coil and a world gone insane