The Pablo Collective - Folsom Property Tax - Live Lyrics

Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with a netscape glow
Try not to die with an orinico flow
Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8
Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late

Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live

One three foresight for finale
Five six ate the fruit of denali
Nine tentative lies for back alleys
Nineteen seventy nixon Death Valley
36 inch ran them hand off
Drive slow lynch face them mind off
David looks and sees them kind off
Impossible precision pick off
Cash the check for a newlywed lie down in the block with a newly hemmed
Jump ship when you walk off the dock hey one way
Go in never leave and they keep you none paid
Possessions possessed by the people
You detest
Full of felony and the jay walk reset
Judging by your faults I'd say you're due
Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool
48 feet not lovin that's cool
Think you're out in a bit that's new
Wolves on the prowl back home that's you
Free card don't work here bye bye adieu
Here nor there you're not going no way
We're carving you a mold alert it's all gray
Just like the thoughts of lockedgenarians
Dormant and solemn till the call of the clarion

Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live

Pacing around my square number 1031 printed on the door
Workspace with no square feet and my walls are lined with my missing drawers
The table turns while my record churns
My collection gone while my eyes learn
My work is done count eyes they're none
Walk along the edge and my cash is bum
Talk along the guards are gone and now I work til they come back
Knock upon the walls I'm a pawn castle walls got me catchin flack
The people need the constant flow and I'm only giving up an inch of slack
Three walls and a window too bad I got the blinds opened up a crack
Na na na na na na is all I got leanin up to my cv
Chatter for days and all I've got is what I got on tv
La la la la la la la is all I hear walking down the street of sidewalks
Cars don't go here I don't go here I'm just goin off the deadlock
Up the track, and now we've got the knack too bad the guys don't know that our lives are cut back
Locked inside my life inside my dingey shack
Disciples enroute to the total lie while I'm left inside, who's the real tau
Private peers know that my face is off content inside's based upon the dow

Watch my peephole in the night
Open up my slot I might
Tell you my life story alright
You shut my cell up in delight
You laugh and hit the night alive
Ill make the product out of spite
The grave of us on which you jive
When I leave you have just arrived

Imma do it well, from the cradle to these other places
Representing my opinions in my words but not my faces
Ring the bell for a town I skipped, no holds barred for me
Except the bars that i built to box inside for thee
Click clack of a keyed clink they walk beside without seein me
Puppy eyes got cliched ain't no problems that ain't solved being me
The walls torn you see me lookin like I got no chance
So look away go back to bed and do my song and dance
Eyes look but don't read shit recollect my jaw don't heed this
When they come for my legs let em bleed this
Sunken eyes got my teeth fixed door outside don't got the wreath fixed
Surface level got beneath mixed
Sandy laced vision the split decision obscured by the quick revision
Of a work marked by pale attention got a mark of my vague intention
Write about my tell tale dissension
Think about the pretension
321 now the lies ending hypocritical thoughts and I'm still pretending
That I think straight please don't hate won't take the trait gotta new bait

Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8
Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late

Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live