So much on my mind
And I want to let it out
So I pick up my pen
And hear the page whisper
Let it out
Let it out
It’s the only way you know how to
Get it out
Get it out
Your brain is screaming
Quiet mouth
That’s a simple
Play with words
To remind me that I still can
Because this one won’t be
Subtle
The words are going to shout
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
I’m one man
Please sir
Can I have some more
But I don’t have anything to offer
Just some food for thought
That shoe you bought
How much did you pay
I know the answer I’m going to get
But my brain’s still screaming
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
But I’m one man
Please sir
Can I have some more
The purse
Or worst
The make up in it… Continue reading
Month: March 2013
Stairs – Verse 3
Third Verse to an old song
c. 2004
They creep when they walk
And they talk ‘cause they[‘re] sad
Somewhere down the line
They lost both feet
So somebody stole all the dreams that they had
Single mother raising us
Sometimes praising us
Bringing us the calm
When we’re sometimes raising [rising] up
I got [have] instruments that I’m sometimes taking up
Because I can’t sometimes take it
Faaa…
People don’t understand
This is real life
Nothing like TV
Or the books that I’m sometimes taking up
You can’t sometimes make it up
But I’ll make it
Love it or hate it
Or call it luck
They take my kindness for a weakness
And they refuse to look in my eyes
So they[‘re] not hearing
Here’s Johnny
Surprise surprise
Respect me and nobody dies
The future’s coming
I’m trying to be saving lives
I was born fearless
I grew careless… Continue reading
Looking to My Future
You’ve been with me through everything
Embraced my every whim
That wasn’t you
Hold on
Let me start again
You’re my window
You’re my shoulder
I can appreciate you more
Now that I’m older
As I hold her
Scratch that
That wasn’t her
I’m glad that I met you
But now that I met you
Can you put up with only being
A part of
My everything
There were women before you
Who gave me everything
Lifted weights off my shoulders
Heavy things
And if the answer is no
She’s not my future
What if she was
And I don’t take the time to explain
And I lose her
Such a loser
But she wasn’t
Because my future
Has to be
Aware of me
Sees me coming
Looking at her watch
With a stern gaze
Asking
Aren’t you supposed to apologise
For being late or sumpn
Looking behind me
Saying… Continue reading