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this is a glimpse into my life and what i like and what i do
when i m not riding my bike i look out the window and watch the view.
i live in a city in a rainforest next to ocean,
and the mountains look real big to this native nova scotian.
most of the time i write rhymes in the confines of my bedroom.
i like chilling in this city, but most of all i like its legroom.
i like how people here do whatever they please.
vancouver, bc, i like them big huge trees

everyone can talk, i mean its not a crime
secrets get told, some folks tell them all the time.
like they couldn t or wouldn t try to test what they could do,
with their thoughts if they ever stopped to think that maybe it s not all true.
and all you ever hear is talk, talk, talk
too scared to make a move and walk, walk, walk
the line like johnny cash and act shocked when you find,
the way to get ahead is to come from behind.
i root root for the underdog but still gotta give credit,
to those who know better but who still let it happen.
i don t want to spread dirt and tell you things i don t mean,
i used to be real dirty but now i ve gone clean.
i m using my time well and burning the candle and it will smell
of sandalwood panelling it s a good thing this vessel has good handling.
otherwise, i d be shipped to shore,
i ve given all i got, but still they always want more.
and if your in the driver s seat, they want you to follow,
and if you let them in, they ll feed on you until your hollow.
ring ring the telephone, it s always you calling,
crying on the phone telling me how far you ve fallen.
like, you call a lot, i want to know hey hey
why do you call my house everyday?
when i see you at a show, just go away.
'cause you re not the one for me

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they say i m just some hippy, mama s what s wrong with me,
i never say stoked or trippy, but i do any drug they slip me.
this is a glimpse into my life and what i like and what i do
when i m not riding my bike i look out the window and watch the view.
i live in a city in a rainforest next to ocean,
and the mountains look real big to this native nova scotian.
most of the time i write rhymes in the confines of my bedroom.
i like chilling in this city, but most of all i like its legroom.
i like how people here do whatever they please.
vancouver, bc, i like them big huge trees.

you know i won t stop thinking. i can t stop drinking.
i want a real woman not just some chick to put my dink in.
but in my room it s high noon, and there s a showdown at sundown
i love the high i get from a gunfight but can t stand the comedown.
when you become a rapper you open up your life to people,
everytime i do a show, i show a little more shoulder
hold the mic like a lighthouse, keeping watch over the landscape,
give my man an ezra pound, the 5th element is the handshake
goddammit i can t stand it, too many folks so serious,
it s simply too easy to have fun and be a comedian
and ride the median between raw and delirious,
oh it s mr. magic, he s so mysteriuos.
synonymous made muse, i am contagious when i choose
to be deluding the authorities and their outrageous views
i m one of those whose paid his dues, but got a few screws loose
see i ve made the best use of booze and bodily abuse
the boys meet to eat the breakfast at bon s off broadway.
another shot there budd...well yeah ok, why not?
a lot what i put in my body is shoddy and cheap,
but i can t afford to eat that well and still have a place to sleep.
i keep good company and hang with the totally insane,
i love living this lifestyle where nothing ever stays the same.
with change comes the rains and everyone goes through growing pains.
i want to do my laundry but i can t remove the stains.

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