The Roots - Singing man

Days are living fast, moves in misery,You got a song you wanna sing for me,Sing a song, singing man,Sing a song, singing man,Sing another song, singing man,Sing another song, singing man,Sing a song for me,Sing a song for me,I'm so twisted, so, so twisted,One life to live, and I'm willing to risk it,Terror that the world has never known existed,Left so many clues, now how could they miss it?Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it,Long as it means the world is on my ish list,Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick,Countdown's on, it's too late to nix it,I'm so anxious, so, so anxious,The ones I hate barely know what my name is,Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous,Willing to spill my blood to be famous,Willing to spill my blood to make changes,Look for a suicide note to explain this,Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish,Sounds insane, you're speaking my language...One for the pressing, two for the cross,One for the blessing, four for the loss,Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse,In the face of transgression, military issue Kalish--Nakova or machete or a pitchfork,He killing cause he feel he got nothing to live for,In a war taking hits from men like Charles Taylor,And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer,13-year-old killer, he look 35,He changed his name to Little No-Man-Survive,When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly,He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes,Who to blame, it's a shame, the youth were demonized,Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies,And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to target you,His heart can't give you the years of scar tissue...Uh, what you're witnessing is true dedication,Charged by the call and the cause of the nation,Countdown, minutes away from detonation,A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination,My manner, seems patient, inner rage lies So deep, I can taste it, let's sacrifice lives,Past the first sensation, to paradise I fly,Delusions are lighting up the midday sky,The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy,Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently,Too much faith to be scared, to petrify both flare Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead,Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall,Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call,Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?In the name of the merciful, sing me a song...