Fallin back on my heels, kickin my own ass...
Disruption of the mind is mine is mine is mine...
Beatin on my chest screamin "Glory"... one refrain (silence) after anutha
Walkin in my shoes that aint never been on my feet. somethin new.
My dome is active with thoughts of yesterdays tears and tomorrows joys.
I can sit in this body and visit a million places - always missing home.
I wanna get outta here. trapped.
some fucked up shit I tell ya.
If its not the thoughts of frustration from some pale muhfuckas, then its my family bullshit and responsibilities that bind me so.
I tell my girl "We beats this beast or else its gone beat us" kinda like whoopin the pussy, so you don't get whooped
Then I wonder sometimes about those tiny lil places. Who does she keep there?
Purging all that was once considered safe to me. Numbers, emails, Phone calls that blurred the lines of appropriate... Packed up my tent and kept it pushin... and I'm still goin. Crazy how fools still be camped out along the roadside... just stay focused, keep straight, ya destinations straight ahead.
Gotta bottle in my crib. I suppose its more significant to her than me. Mmph, it's late... I need to go to bed.
Can't wait to get through this day... one more, just one more.
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