The Reality of My Surroundings Album

Artist(s): Fishbone

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Tracklist

Fight the Youth

length: 5:02
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Michael Brauer
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Kendall Jones, John Norwood Fisher, Phillip Fisher

And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory
They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies
They tell you what to think and how to face the world around you
You never question what you know inside is lax and untrue

But take a look around
We`re not running anymore
We`re in the positive
But we`re ready for the war... For the war

Fight the Youth
The Youth with poisoned minds
Ignite the truth
Restore sight to these blind
Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
And if they suffer it`s no fault but their own

And every time I see the hatred that engulfs these children
It makes me wonder if the quest for peace will someday subside
I`m not afraid to wage the hopeless battles I must fight
For I could never lose, I know my cause shines in the light

Take a look around
We`re not hiding anymore
Your weapon`s cowardice
And we won`t take it anymore... Anymore
Fight the Youth
The Youth with poisoned minds
Ignite the truth
Restore sight to these blind
Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
And if they suffer it`s no fault but their own

And all the feelings of a generation fed with anger
Make all the choices for a future where all nightmares come true
I choose to fight for youth, to fight for truth, to fight for justice
I choose to heal the wounds of sacrifice made by the children

If I Were A... I'd

length: 0:54
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
recording engineer: Ron Saint Germain
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Christopher Dowd
If I were a kernel in the U-nine-ted States Marine Corps.
I'd...Buy a bunch of drugs
Tell a bunch of lies
Trade the hostages 4 missiles flyin' in the skies
People becum whores 2 back the corporate wars...
Vietnam, Nicaragua oh help us my Lord
People never c what should really b
Spreading their disease on them and you and me!!!!

So Many Millions

length: 5:50
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Michael Brauer
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: John Norwood Fisher, Angelo Moore
I cannot get over legitimately
The reality of my surroundings
Do not point to the sky
So why should I even try
(When there's nuthin' out there to be)
I cannot grow up to be the president
Where only drug dealers own Mercedes Benz
If you tell me otherwise
It will only look like lies
(When there's nothing out there for me)
Your education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
All that I see is scrapin' and scrounging
In my neighborhood
If you can show me how to do good
In my neighborhood
Maybe I discontinue my lounging in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong
You should surely know this was a long time coming
You should know the effects were numbing
You should know that yesterday
You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it's too late because it's fallen apart
Sex education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
Everybody's hoin' for something and it's understood
In my neighborhood
That drug education can do me no good
In my neighborhood
Well then maybe I'll discontinue my loungin' in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong
You beat me, mistreat me and you beat me
Rip my heart out please and then you get angry when I die
It's a pile of **** in your sugar shack
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor
It's a pile of **** in the White House
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag

Asswhippin'

length: 0:40
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Walter Adam Kibby II, Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones, John Norwood Fisher, Phillip Fisher
Ouch!

Housework

length: 4:46
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Walter Adam Kibby II, Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones, John Norwood Fisher, Phillip Fisher
I feel like I go to work everyday
But where I work I don't get paid
Work in school and learnin' the supposed rule
But in the street I make my own rules
Mama, she just wanted me to do my homework
But when I get home Ma left a note
Do the housework
So when I'm done with my chores
I go outside and learn some more
Out in the street I got friends just like me
Pops is gone and mom's workin' 5 and 6 days a week
Me and my partners tryin' things just to see what it means
A drink here and a smoke there, what was dirty now is clean
Mama tryin' but we got to survive
So now I got to get a 9 to 5
Do the housework... Ouch !!!

Deathmarch

length: 0:34
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Christopher Dowd
(instrumental)

Behavior Control Technician

length: 3:09
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Michael Brauer
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: John Norwood Fisher, Phillip Fisher
Children runaway from the torturistic ways
Children still resist from the powers that persist
Will you shut up and sit still
I think you should obey
Having very few rights we cannot communicate
Train my brain to work the way you want me to
Don't question authority see
Be a little zombie that agrees with you
You are strapped with a double standard cup
In a battle you won't win
And when it's over we're gonna dance your memory away
Sheltering will restrict your baby's mind

If I Were A... I'd

length: 0:30
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
recording engineer: Ron Saint Germain
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Christopher Dowd
If I were a kernel in the U-nine-ted States Marine Corps.
I'd...Buy a bunch of drugs
Tell a bunch of lies
Trade the hostages 4 missiles flyin' in the skies
People becum whores 2 back the corporate wars...
Vietnam, Nicaragua oh help us my Lord
People never c what should really b
Spreading their disease on them and you and me!!!!

Pressure

length: 4:48
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Niko Bolas
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE
Too long to count the worry and the strife

Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching

No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sittin' on my face, no Lord!
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best

PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your *** home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick

PRESSURE!?
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE when I sit down!
PRESSURE when I git up!
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE

PRESSURE whin uhm vexed
PRESSURE whin I c mie x

Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next?

Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE!
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE!
Cheatin' out the fat man!
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks...
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land

PRESSURE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your ******* stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick!

PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!

When your hair's turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses

Junkies Prayer

length: 3:01
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones, John Norwood Fisher, Byron West, Christopher Dowd
My pusher who art in the krack house
Hallowed be thy *****es and hoe's
As for I am sprung my rock will be done
In my crib as well as in public
Give us this day our daily krack
As we smoke ourselves into a manic frenzy
Forgive us for we have no control or self-respect
Grim Reaper has cashed my life savings check
Thy rocketh and they pipeth restoreth me 4 I and I fear no man
Yea though I walk through the valleys of Harlem, Bronx, Manhattan
Even Nickerson Gardens, Compton, Watts, Ingelwood
****ed up in Beverly Hills and all those other places
I fear no evil, hence forth my rock m-m-m-m-motivateth me !
I shall move my *** thine myself given you cash
Lick your butt and balls for thine have the power to bend over
On my knees with my hands against the wall, for I'll be a sucker
Forever and ever and ever hey man
The rest are the reality of its surroundings

Pray to the Junkiemaker

length: 4:03
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Michael Brauer
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Christopher Dowd
Got this feeling...
Got this feeling...
Got this feeling...

Oh ! i've got that feeling from the ocean yeah ! it's alright, yeah !

Got this feeling...
I got this feeling...
Got this feeling...

Oh ! i've got that feeling from the ocean yeah ! it's alright, yeah !

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah !!!
You got me, you got me bonin'

Got me bonin'...
I got me bonin'...
Got me bonin'...

Oh ! got me bonin' in the boneyard yeah ! it's alright, yeah !

Got me bonin'... huh ! huh !
I got me bonin'...
Got me bonin'...

Oh ! got me bonin' in the boneyard yeah ! it's alright, yeah !

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah !!!
You got me, you got me bonin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah !!!
You got me, you got me bonin'

Everyday Sunshine

length: 4:58
producer: David Kahne and Fishbone
mixer: Michael Brauer
composer: Christopher Dowd
lyricist: Christopher Dowd
I wish everyday the sun would shine
Take me to another place in my mind
Where everything is beautiful
And no wants or needs
Nor sign of greed
Could rule our soul

How I wish everyday sunshine
How I wish everyday sunshine

If we could fly away on wings
To a place where all could be true
And the skies were blue
And love was true
And me and you

How I wish everyday sunshine
How I wish everyday sunshine

If I Were A... I'd

length: 0:30
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
recording engineer: Ron Saint Germain
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Christopher Dowd
If I were a kernel in the U-nine-ted States Marine Corps.
I'd...Buy a bunch of drugs
Tell a bunch of lies
Trade the hostages 4 missiles flyin' in the skies
People becum whores 2 back the corporate wars...
Vietnam, Nicaragua oh help us my Lord
People never c what should really b
Spreading their disease on them and you and me!!!!

Naz-Tee May'en

length: 4:57
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Byron West
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: John Norwood Fisher, Phillip Fisher, Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones
Got myself a woman
Nasty as can be - Nasty, Nasty
When my woman's time comes
She gets downright dirty with me

'Cause I'm a nasty man with a nasty plan
I'm a nasty man, humpin' and a-bumpin' anytime I can

Bonin' is a thang in which overindulgence is never enough
And when the fish ain't bitin' life gets frightening
So hang tough, hold on to your stuff
The *****cat is playin' with the ball in the yard
And the dog is biting his bone
Felt so good to the ball the bone got hard
Felt so good it blew the ball apart

My woman's got a man
Nasty lil ole me - Nasty, nasty
She knows I'm game for anything
And she'll never set me free

'Cause I'm a nasty man with a nasty plan
I'm a nasty man, humpin' and a-bumpin' anytime I can

Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'
Than hoochie hoochie hoochie gooin'
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'!
Than sweatin', chewin' and spewin'

When my woman's all alone
And her nasty man can't help - Nasty, nasty
She will use her fingers and precious time
To get acquainted with herself

'Cause I'm a nasty man with a nasty plan
I'm a nasty man, humpin' and a-bumpin' anytime I can

Would you rather be-walking the dog ?
Or petting the cat ?

I like a nasty man
Ain't nuthin' I'd rather be doin'

Babyhead

length: 5:32
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Byron West
associate producer: David Kahne
composer: Walter Adam Kibby II
lyricist: Walter Adam Kibby II
Nougat baby floatin' down
On a cotton candy cloud
Floating by a chocolate baby
Thinkin' bout his creamy center

Don't bite alright don't bite alright
The nougat gets a taste
Ask if it's appropriate slippin'
Through wetness

Nougat wants that goo
Chocolate's paralyzed and can't move
The goo just rushin'
Enjoy chocolate sweet treat

Chocolate needs relief
Chocolate lost his goo you see
Chocolate jumps on the nougat
Tastin' and bitin' on the pillows

Still not satisfied
Enjoy chocolate
Sweet treat lick it quit
Lick it slick wiggin' insanity

Givin' up the goo to the bones groove (X4)

If I Were A... I'd

length: 0:54
producer: Fishbone
mixer: Thom Panunzio
recording engineer: Ron Saint Germain
associate producer: David Kahne
writer: Angelo Moore, Christopher Dowd
If I were a kernel in the U-nine-ted States Marine Corps.
I'd...Buy a bunch of drugs
Tell a bunch of lies
Trade the hostages 4 missiles flyin' in the skies
People becum whores 2 back the corporate wars...
Vietnam, Nicaragua oh help us my Lord
People never c what should really b
Spreading their disease on them and you and me!!!!

Those Days Are Gone

length: 5:24
producer: David Kahne and Fishbone
mixer: Niko Bolas
writer: John Norwood Fisher, Christopher Dowd
When you're alone
Can't find your way out of the maze
Life is ablaze
And you're right there in the flames

Is this pain ?
Are we sane ?
And who has established these claims?
While we all try to refrain

I had a dream once there was a wall inside my head
You all had put it there

We lived a life once we felt together as one
And now those days are gone

We fled that place there was a beast kept there
He was mighty and strong and his name was jealousy
We all laughed we felt we would rise above with our unity, our unity

But later on that day he came back to say
That I have a friend and his name is envy

We toppled many lives, we're like a mighty hurricane
We bring destruction, and we cause descension

Sunless Saturday

length: 4:18
producer: David Kahne and Fishbone
mixer: Michael Brauer
composer: Kendall Jones
lyricist: Kendall Jones
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face the morning with my customary sigh

I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wind has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished now i brave the outside
But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside

Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday

Freedom come
For us now
Light our sky
Burn away these clouds

Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye

I see the helpless and i see the insane
I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again