MATADOR - Shahmen

You see my eyes, dog?

The black labrador

Guide you through the labyrinth of peace and war

From Izmir back to Californ', where the devil’s just a matador

Made his fortune off of blood sports of every form

Tango dancing with the stolen horns

So never teach a pilgrim how to reap corn

But I’m reborn each mourn, from out the trauma of the past

Yes I reached forth till the blood of all my demons finally streaks the floor

I say I’d rather be a bull than a matador

Rather be a bull than a matador

If the matador doesn’t get gored once in a bull fight

I’ve been rooting for the ox for my whole life

If the matador doesn’t get gored once in a bull fight

I’ve been rooting for the ox for my whole life

Sugar skulls of bulls lull the fools in trance

A holy day where the dead hold hands and slow dance

Roses in their teeth for the reaper they romance

Middle finger eagle, I rock it on both hands

The Shahmen who’s at home from Venice beach out to Rome

Mania in my bones, made Bran Castle my home

Take everything I own and sell it all to my hoes

Bamboozle my foes and share it all with my bros

blood sucked I spit it all in my poems

lock up and suddenly blow up

When I first wrote Mark swear nobody gave a fuck, sat dust

Blood, sweat and tears I’ve gushed over the years

Where insomnia would last for months

The reason marijuana, marathons' my love

But it’s a must that I never let the dust corrupt

Blew the dust off the the sawed off my lies become

So from dust to dust, it’s in us we trust

I wonder what’s the crux of all of my come ups

Hard work and passion, maybe some dumb luck

And finding life lessons in all of my fuck ups

If the matador doesn’t get gored once in a bull fight

I’ve been rooting for the ox for my whole life

If the matador doesn’t get gored once in a bull fight

I’ve been rooting for the ox for my whole life