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last in line - quid & tombombgrenade lyrics

starts like this…
1985: youngest of three
last in line, patrick ryan, born 8/17
natural pessimist; everything negative seemed a better fit
never considered unfriendly, just never truly connected with
majority rule. too many questions to contend with
to devote attention, so ignored the order of school
i was bored with it. done since day one; an unfortunate
decision, but mine nonetheless, so bet precision
was neglected. effort impending, never interested
in anything requiring energy or attention
any mention of a permanent record furthered aggression
and an “i don’t need to know this” bogus personal perspective
reckless frame of reference devoid of any cares
’97 came and went but it had joined me with a rare
intrigue, and a need to express just who i am
since i first used this pen to vent, i haven’t lost interest again

last in line though i’m still here
last in line though i’m still here
last in line though i’m still here
giving my all; never considered the risk of the fall, i’m always
last in line though i’m still here
last in line though i’m still here
last in line though i’m still here
giving my all; never considered the risk of the fall, i’m always
last
last in line
last in line
i’m always last in line

2001: first release, such a rugged emcee
second year of high school, soon a third of what would be
considered by all involved the illest crew around town:
cold blooded kriminals. i didn’t know that we were the clowns
although we figured it out then moved on to something better
one member left and then we stepped from not so front and center
to even less so: the bas*m*nt, ’02
the birth of civill artists and the grave of old news
learned the basics in ’03, then the replacement presentation
and even though i made it, neglected to attend my graduation
still a pessimistic presence, though the message was impressive;
took the slanted sidewalks of life while talking level*headed
did some shows, spread the word, met some girls; lessons learned
every turn met with smirks, whether collective or separate, earned
every spot. rocked the mic. years have passed me by, but half the time
i spent doing exactly as i planned and that is why i’m

- quid tombombgrenade lyrics

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