I argued with a wounded man, he said so, me said oh man, why can't the glow in my glass stop the fizz, that insane hiss, he said drink up boy, it takes a whole lot to lie when you're up to your neck in this,now there's demons all around me, saying I should get a taste of what freedom really is, and that I shouldn't resist the well of this oblivion,I was raised on meat and alcohol, it don't do any good at all, I wouldn't cut sick clips, but I ain't did no, I ain't had no, I ain't coming back,I used to play with toy games and toy knives, but my daddy, he never taught me how to kill,he taught me how to take the blame, but my daddy, he never taught me how to kill,I was told to be discreet, and to be able to take an insult, but I was so discreet, nobody noticed me mama,I was told to fear and fear,I was told to be alone, and with the help of what the chiefs, so I dream myself to solitude, and left behind my family and my king,I pack my bags, and I go slide back to my mother,to hide in her shack,from this fighting and buzzing,I was raised on meat and alcohol, it don't do any good at all, I wouldn't cut sick clips, but I ain't did no, I ain't had no, I ain't coming back,Hey, I hope I won't get bustedI know I done no wrongBut of course you never knowWhat changes that might comeIn economy, ecology, sexualityOr any other matter on the one handOn the other handMy land and your landMakes me understandNobody really knows which way things goAnd even the river must flowUpstream sometimesSo come sunshine, bit-bit, what to say?Come sunshine, bit-bitCome sunshine, bit-bit, what to say?Come sunshine, bit-bit, what to say?Come sunshine, bit-bitCome sunshine, bit-bit, what to say?Come sunshine, bit-bit, what to say?Come sunshine, bit-bit, what to say?I've got my bagI've got to fly back to my motherI need a shotFrom thisFireBallin'