Trip - Cheap Seat lyrics

(Gil Scott Heron) I did not become someone different (t RIP) Friday (Gil Scott Heron) That I did not want to be But I'm new here Can you show me around? (t RIP) Today is a new day It's a me day, it's a you day I'ts a my day. I'ts a Friday HA Every words a politician I'm sending on missions To mouth my words in exorcism To turn the heads and feed the chasms I'm on every level Public organasms, spasms Glad I'm here to be the here then disappear Here's my mayor wave Here's my gra**y knoll on brains And here's my brains on pavement And in the scooping hands of my darling Here's an echo of the snarling reaping intent And it's intense yes And I know, Why go anywhere else for your supply? Cause I'm that guy I'm that guy Cause I'm that guy I'm that new here, new year, here to change your structure I bit the Crusher Hit the usher in the face then stole the church I sold the perch, that's why those birds above are lurching in circles Certainly absurd Search for the bu*ton you press to find I'm gonna sip a little bit of coffee And then I'm gonna draw these lines With a pen in my hand Its like lines in the sand When you're sweeping for mines Or laps in my mind My brain's in my lap and I'm unentranced by all it's interventions I hit tilt, and refresh my dimension Blessed the bless-ed, weak and meek It's friday and my brains not fried It's like a picnic Shhhh. Let's shuffle our shoes This is for all of you drowning clues at the opportune Tomorrow can't wait for the zombie Apocalypse To eclipse all babbling baboons in my cortex Mashing words that would be sliding out of my nostrils by now Outta site out of my god damn mind Just send a little inter-connected nervousness notion Once you get your vote in, I'm blowing up the booth Walking down the boulevard of sentence, peruse, go ahead and pursue But beware, you may get bruised You may get bruised I was trying to get a cheap seat to my defeat Got offered for my meat beat, and feet cleaned and a little nice bag of street treats But I felt ravished by that moment and i laid down instead An Ocean in the gutter that I rested washed me away I was digested, my taste was tested, my waste was vested (waist was vested?) And spit out A guarantee, no cost to me, or possibly, I'm lost at sea In the organs I forage Wading through storage, I'm apt to just forfeit I'ts me and the splintering infinite other identities that share the common word me or I I'm sh** out into a giant sty Look up to a sky Don't look down on this guy Or do It's friday And I'm new