Loer Velocity — Bummed Out lyrics

Lyrics

People pass me by like I don’t even exist, like
I’m not even there and I damn sure ain’t missed, but
Then again, who wants to acquaint themselves
With a drunken derelict smelling like piss?
Anyway. Shit, my bodily stench’ll make
The noblest of men frown up and squint
I’m down to just cents, a paper cup and some lint
And this cardboard box propped up like a tent
Watch the streets go from trash to Heaven and back
Watch ‘em grow from little tykes to neighborhood mack
Watch sparks from trains cause fires on tracks
Often haunted by my love for the soul of folks black
Every person has a story, and this one here is pending
But every story that’s told doesn’t have a happy ending, you see?
Most of my time’s spent as time’s spent
With the random day-to-day hate that makes its way
Into my world. Wish I could close those blinds
But I’m comfortable with self. You know? The filthy and grime
Repulsive kind, I live in Dante’s Inferno
You stare in my face, fuck around and get burnt, yo
I’ve learnt, though, that most people live in fear. They
Don’t see what’s right near or question what they hear. That’s
A story in itself and I’ma leave that there
And concentrate, get enough change for this next beer
I’m filthy, grimy, product of this institution
I still possess the heart to start the people’s revolution
Drugs, famine, disease, prostitution
I wish my peoples had the heart to start the revolution
People pass me by like I don’t even exist, like
I’m not even there and that shit used to get me pissed, but
Nowadays, I’m slumming, seeing the bigger picture
The man who knows himself is the man who’s richer
In every sense of the word ‘cause your own self’ll trick ya
Look at me, prime example of what could be
That old-school factor with the new-school edge
I could speak about the Hell ‘cause I be knowing its ledge
No grievances dead—fuck that, fuck ‘em all
My time serving this country brought my life back to a crawl
I ain’t bitter though. I’m in a state of tranquility
And I am a product of neglected liability
So I don’t empathize with this patriotic world of sin
Most people of today need more self-discipline
What? Who am I to contend with the next man’s struggle?
Yeah, I know we’re all savages in this concrete jungle
But what happened to the everfreeing culture of refinement
And keeping ourselves in sync with the soul alignment?
See, the voice of revolution’s past speaks through me
So now I’m truly a domestic terrorist
Mr. Jack Daniels is my personal therapist
We build all the time about the once-strong black fist
And staying drowned out from the occurrences of the day
‘Cause ain’t nobody fucking with a bum any old way
I’m filthy, grimy, product of this institution
I still possess the heart to start the people’s revolution
Drugs, famine, disease, prostitution
I wish my peoples had the heart to start the revolution
Homeless Man (Loer Velocity): Give to your local dirt charity. I need to eat
: And the people then are… they are structured in a society. They too have to
come, uh, a participant to the… to society itself. And you also…
in any society, you’ll take on the behavior and the mannerisms of the
structure of which you are a part of