Malone Lives Lyrics - Quarashi

Malone Lives
I wanna grow up to be a funky Euripides, the fly on the street, the beat, bat
the breeze, what, the ease, what release, to be or to be not and see not and
hear not ... come on. It's not that a big of a deal, just another mouth to feed
and another bread to steal I feel I'm loosing my grip about to slip about to
fall of the wagon and have another sip. Periodic fake divines, these times as
we see ‘em are packed with cons that can't wait to see him. the cave the
cathedral, the peasant the pope, the hope of the people is a prayer for dope.