[Joe Horton:]
It's careless talk and mindless chatter
Echoing the matter of facts
The matter of cats and underhanded acts
Whose point of views
Point at you with twenty twos
And all you could do
Is take little Billy, Susan, and move
To the other side of the tracks
With rainbows and Cadillacs
Picking up your weed wacker, puting down your battle axe
Clipping out them coupons, throwing out your food stamps
People turn their backs on the mother f**ing movement
But man could move mountains and I'm one for the try
Join the ranks, sit in ma**es who were destined to die
Before they really get to live like [?]
And while our leaders steady leading like their wrongs were right
I know the long is fight
I mean the fight is long
But see the beauty in the fear though the night goes on
Know the stars will guide the way
Keep the warriors strong
It's careless talk, yeah
It's careless talk
Been retreating down the side of your wall
And down your hall in sidewalk chalk
It's careless talk
High and wildly written backwards across your forehead
With forgotten ink from a broken pen
It's careless talk
It's careless talk
When there's absolutely nothing left
Besides you and that thing that keeps jumping up and down inside your chest
And your soul
Or at least the rest of it left
And your pride
But you won't stop until you beat that to d**h
And the moment
But you can't hold it and there's no doubt about that
And your shame
That little piece of you that keeps coming back
And the flame
That part inside of you that will never die
And your fear
The only part of you that knows you're alive
And that time you felt the end
Your swear to god you could fly
And the dreams that keep on forming until the end of the night
Cause its real, so real that you could feel the appeal
Of the beats, rhymes, life
Cold steel in the heat of the night
Cause in the end it was I who needed you more than you needed I
In the end it was I
I needed yours more than you needed mine
It's careless talk
Been retreating down the side of your wall
And down your hall in sidewalk chalk
It's careless talk
High and wildly written backwards across your forehead
With forgotten ink from a broken pen
It's careless talk
It's careless talk