Sing Along With Tish

Here’s a song dedicated to my fellow mentors, especially those who have chosen to admit that they are totally and utterly mental. With thanks to my homie Coolio, here’s Griefers’ Paradise. Let’s make some noooooise!!!!

[instrumental version here]
[normal version here]

As I walk through the sandbox with the cages of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s nothing left
Cause I’ve been sendin ARs for so long that
Even the Lindens think that my mind is gone

But I ain’t never crossed a griefer that didn’t deserve it
We be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You better watch how you talkin and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be off the grid

I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the particle smoke, fool
I’m the kinda mentor little noobies wanna be like
On patrol in the night
Spoilin’ fo’ a little street fight

been spending most our lives
Living in a Griefers’ Paradise
been spending most our lives
Living in a Griefers’ Paradise
keep spending most our lives
Living in a Griefers’ Paradise
keep spending most our lives
Living in a Griefers’ Paradise

Look at the situation they got me facin
I can’t live a normal life, I was rezzed like a box
So I gotta be down with the V-team
Too much mental mentor talkin’ got me chasin dreams

I’m a educated fool, with griefers on my mind
Got my Glock in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loced-out mentor, grief-bustin banger
And my homies is down, so don’t arouse my anger, fool

Crashin ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away
I’m livin life do-or-die, what can I say?
I got ‘em down now but will they come back fo’ mo’?
The way things is goin I don’t know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That noone gives a shit ‘bout you or me

been spending most their lives…

PN and the /b/tards, /b/tards and the PN
Goatse or those turtles, Ya don’t know what ya seein’
Everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t lookin
What’s goin on in the kitchen, but we all know what’s cookin

They say they back me up but nobody’s got the power
They went open source and now there’s griefin ev’ry hour
So back me up? I guess they can’t
I guess they front that’s why I know my life is out of luck, fool

been spending most their lives…

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That noone gives a shit ‘bout you or me