By Gypsy: (hook) i could be fates tool for the using, or maybe even for the fool'n, but its so hard to find my place in this music, thought we had a relationship brew'n, and Im not say'n im clueless, its all the fake music that keeps the truth played in confusion, cause the fake's what's cool shit, So im guess truth ain't made enough moves to make a movement... It's at read/ first to share a cowards leap far into failures deep/ cesspools leach/ a legend or myth/ Bigfoot , Swamp Thing/ I'm dead last keep/ not worth a peep/ I'm complexed persona in clear crystal see/ my heart loves "REAL" So fuck'n deep/ I love you/ you love me/ fuck you bitch/ out my house you fuck'n dick/ bipolar's relationship/ drugs are lord of house again, the source of all I spend/ mind alters to and fro, No self control/ I'm sorry and im 1/2 whole & half hole/ once again its unholy that I roll/ in unholy "did not know's", & no forgiving untrusted woes/ WHO? I can't wear my own pair a toe shoes/ I'm sinner drenched, wet and soaked too/ so degraded, is this old fool/ Gypsy loaded with friend and foe/ WHO? im not the sheds sharpest tool?, oh hell no/ I'm just honer tool, use when dull/ (hook) i could be fates tool for the using, maybe even for the fool'n, but its so hard to find my place in this music, and im not say'n I'm clueless, its all the fake music that keeps the truth played in confusion, cause the fake's what's cool shit, so im guess'n truth ain't made enough moves to make a movement... v.2 In my ink, mans art of pen, I'm sharpening tools of penmanship/ I'm a precision tool with a rotated abrasive tip/ Chest enlarging, but breathe'n lately is so hard for Gyp/ holes dug so far & way too deep, drilled in precise dimensions of a major think/ the perfect place to place a dream/insida the heart's hate'n G, the flavors roast of (done with me) I'm bleed'n psychotic drips of dark heart meat/ hovered apart in broken pieces, love's slaughter'n me/ in hesitation I'm gullibly caught up in thee/ my music's in the constellation of the stars to be/ In a buzz of light-years, my lyrics coughing/ as im giving chase to the artistry, last of The Lotus 13/ im Cyphersylum all heart is me/ top ten in battle And inspiration we take'n stand from the grandstands with written ovation, to any and all to test the oath we've taken/ so with cocky arrogance and precise hand placement we flipn you da bird, in yo face, so you know what we're saying/