Garden Grove - Live At The Palace1995

We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This aint no funky reggae party; five dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes
Who wrote my rhyme?
Ive got the microwave, got the VCR
I got the deuce-deuce
In the trunk of my car, oh yeah
If you only knew all the love that I found
Its hard to keep my soul on the ground
Youre a fool; dont fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal; I fill up my garage
Cuz in my mind music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over, theres a reason why my souls unsound
Its you; its that shit stuck under my shoe
Its that smell inside the van
Its my bed sheet covered with sand
Sittin through a shitty band
Gettin dog shit on my hand
Gettin hassled by the man
Wakin up to an alarm
Stickin needles in your arm
Pickin up trash on the freeway
Feelin depressed every day
Leavin with out makin a sound
Pickin my dog up at the pound
Livin in a tweaker pad
Gettin yelled at by my dad
Sayin Im happy when Im not
Findin roaches in the pot
Oh, all these things I do
Theyre waiting for you
Yeah
Madness
Madness
Madness
Madness
Madness
Madness, madness
Madness
Madness, madness
Madness
Madness
Madness, madness
Madness, madness
Yeah