Kali

Dirtbag
Dirtbag
I admit it kinda' kind hurts bad
But everybody come in and get turnt
And get turnt, and get turnt

High-class scum. I'm the epitome
I'm half-strung out and succumbed to the identity
Substance in a little green baggy. Too in love with the obscenities
That come with being me
I guess addiction runs within this withering family tree
I'm the bad apple that is self-afflicting; a black, skinny sheep
With the tendendies of a scorpion
I crawl into a corner and contort 'til there's no more existence
My way of living's menacing and torturous
All of it's the enemy I war against
But, even this warrior's sword that's gripped
Cannot cut the ties I've attached to my bodily form
I wish for formlessness. I'm warped and shit
I once asked a Hindu Monk if he saw Pulp Fiction
He said he only sold the merch inside his store a bit
I was wearing the shirt 'cause I support the flick
But, I know he knew there was more than aesthetics
To why I wore it and sensed that I had, of course, a connection
To the drug-fueled mania. I crave Samadhi
And I wished that he could save me from this state; unlock me
Raise the snake from the base of my spine
Take me to Light. I need Kundalini's great arising

Mother, I feel you
Slithering in my system
I hear you, Krishna
Do what needs to be done
This time, I promise I won't run

They want a record they can dance to. Well, party to this
Forget your worries when the beat drops and start to dismiss
Every word that I am speaking from the heart and then twist
Toosie slide to my struggles with your Bacardi and Fifth
I don't want the pity anyway. This OCD, Bipolar me
Anxiety-ridden brain, it can stay. I've always been unstable
Happiness has jumped into the mix, I've been okay
Duality's a tricky place to live, I think
I'm glad I'm able to live; I thank
Every demon in hell on a consistent basis
To the point that they might give me the position Satan sits in
If he walks in for his throne, then I'm saying: This is taken
Yeah, me and my heathens, we get along fine
So, drink and be gleeful and play this song high
I mean, raise up the volume until the knob's right
Don't get choked up like breathin' in while you're hogtied

I'm not alright, but I'm just fine
Yes, I'm smiling, but things ain't all nice
We've all got addictions that we can't shake
So, let's come together and two-step to this, step to this, to this drum-break. Sing

Mother, I feel you
Slithering in my system
I hear you, Krishna
Do what needs to be done
This time, I promise I won't run

We've all got addictions that we can't shake
So, let's come together and two-step to this drum-break. Sing

Mother, I feel you
Slithering in my system
I hear you, Krishna
Do what needs to be done
This time, I promise I won't run