BALLAD OF DOUGLAS CHIN Oh sleeping in the trees -- traveling light, an unseen breeze, I never really thought I'd get caught in that quad, 
but I was wrong. Oh I wanna get well and find a skill that I can sell, but no one buys what I made to give away. Trapped in the city -- no sleep 
no more -- Just stay up yelling at pimps and whores. And what for? Is this art or war? Who made the part of my brain that makes music feel like
pain? "Go to bed, whiteass!" "Get STRAIGHT, get a job!!" "Are you crazy?! What's your problem?!" "Are you lazy?" "Disrespect ME, you 
gotta PAY me!!"