SEYMOUR LIBERTY

This is the story of 1 filled with questions.
These are the effects of the evil twenties & how they change a man 4ever....

“Believe Nothing”

Written by Aaron M. Frison
Music by Dorthy Ashby 


A cryin shame, the end dont justify the means
Intentions dont change, but xpectations always fall short
Been down too many dead end streets
thru wishful thinkin n gambling
but only GOD knows where i belong, 
the nightingale’s song floating along

In luv, its mandatory 2 suffer like a maniac
In truth, 2 many paths 2 count
cuz in the blinking of an eye
everything gets turned on its side
& u begin 2 see y im so fuckin frustrated,
confusion’s an understatement..

U can say what u wont do, can say what u wont do 
but until u’re draped with ?’s…
Can fake all u want 2, can play if u want 2
but until u dont kno what 2 believe…
Nothing, believe nothing u cant stand on 4 urself
U can say what u wont do, can say what u wont do 
but until u’re draped with ?’s…
Can play all u want 2, can fake if u want 2
but until u run out of direction,
& xplanations
& religions,
& suspicions,
& religions

Am i a fool or is it over my head?
Should i pick up another book instead?
No no - no, lord, no…
…now my headfones have distortion!
Give me a clue or somethin tangible i can hold on2, im so confused
Oh, no way ive come this far,
no wheels no car….