Sage Francis - Needle lyrics

It's the b-boy, its the MC, they cant read the grafitti It's the b-boy, it's the MJ, its the VJ they cant read the grafitti on the walls (Chorus) Throw away my tools, scrape with my hands make as much noise as I can banging on sand I used to play in a band but those people are gone Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm I'm in a van flying without parachutes, wifey didnt plan to have marriage disputes Everytime I stand at the door to say goodbye, its like shes watching her man go to die. I packed in a rush but it was too fast for us, handed me an ultimatum as i grabbed all my stuff Put a pillow in my briefcase I come with no rebates a gaurantee of return when i leave state I make mix tapes, but they're cd-r's Diggin in crates, do you see these scars? They're from big breaks that i stripped from a song, now the turntable got a needle in its arm Flame on like burnin', i'm burnin', im burnin', im burnin' but wait... I fill up the milk crates, collect the LP's Eric B laughin' at me c-c-check out my melody DJ Polo doin' pawn, terminator X on an ostrich farm Jam master J is gone and that's a shame They say its better to burn out quick than faddddeee I toured the states with a guy named CR, he had nothin but a tube of toothpaste and guitar He was a soul brother, a baby mama back at home brother A good reminder what it is to rock and roll brother. Mashed potatoes every meal and if it ain't served outa greasy spoon he don't deal Real as it gets with a puff that dont quit put him at a piano and he smokes it A blues man, to old to go back to school man, still grinding it out but he already payed his dues man I could see it in his face when he said Sage brother I gotta get out of this place Embara**ed, he knocked me off balance truth of the matter is you can't live off raw talent Perhaps you could at one point but those days seem gone Now the turntable got a needle in its arm.