You like a troll.
You ain't got no bankroll.
You dance on a stripper pole.
You live in a sh*t hole.
During the day you hibernate like a mole.
Everything you got you stole.
You lost all hope.
You can't see your life under a microscope.
Around the house you mope.
Don't look at me like I'm mother teresa or the pope.
There's another life on the other side of the slope.
Picture portraits in a small photo,
generations on a great hall's walls.
Prominent people of the past,
lives emptied out in a room now empty,
but still present in its patinated patterns.
Like pretend gods they covet their ill-gotten goods,
while the room fills with artisan phantoms,
championing their creative crafts,
charming the furnishings they fashioned.
Their lives survive only in their works,
some unattributed, unfamed but unshamed.
Oh, those celebrities and the news that showcase worthless news.
When one turn forty and it's suddenly big news.
It eventually will come.
Oh, those celebrities that gather attention when they turn fifty.
It's nothing more than an age passed forty nine.
It eventually with come.
Then we are talking about news seekers.
Take note of the unfamous.
Who age gracefully?
Without any Good Morning America attention.
To several of us, it's not worth mentioning.
Some welcome the gray hair and the facial change.
And seeing their child grow.
It just a sign of the time of personal growth.
Some of us love growing old.
Nothing stays the same forever.
And we don't need to read a book.
Or need to be a celebrity.
Old people become like children.
They need care & monitoring.
Broken & unrepairable.
Intolerable & unbearable.
Stained, torn, & unwearable.
Empty & no longer full.
Anger takes you like a raging bull.
Motivation pushes & pulls.
Through & behind locked doors.
Solid brick walls coward's hide from us all.
Guilt has shame.
Isolated & insane.
Somethings stay the same.
Sometimes people, places, or things change.
Somehow all becomes strange.
Ambitions & goals get deranged.
Shattered dreams are pained.
Credit is unfamed.
Wild hearts are never tamed.
Fallen through the cracks like grains of sand.
Your destiny is purified your hands.
You fall where you land.
"Family" has you labeled & banned.
Inspirations & Aspirations are canned.
Your future is never planned.
Traffic flow gets slowed & jammed.
Victims are slandered & slammed.
Innocence gets damned.
my dog is a doo doo machine
my tv is a brain blender
my refrigerator is a blubber bank
my window is a speeding by car noise speaker
my computer is a magic box so I can see what someone I don’t really know is eating for lunch box
my hands will wiggle around and hold steering wheels and punch buttons for a few more years until they stop wiggling and lie still and then probably get burned up
my bed is a wake up in the middle of the night and worry about life machine
my friends are a get me drunk machine
my clock throws minutes into the garbage can
my calendar lets months rot on the wall
my future is a movie poster about me being rich and famous that yellows and curls off the wall and falls on my poor unfamous skeleton
Your my anatomy antidote. Mentor, a friend to the broken. You know I'm not a prodigy. But honestly you've always believed in me. In perfect peacei dream of the secrets in store. At utopia door. I wish I could sneek. To this place of harmony. In a waterfall in a rainbow. There are gumdrops. And Beauty. So much love. Walking in a fog of colors.
Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land.
Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. There are sins cast down. In the mist of the ocean. As the blue tide comes in it washes them all away.Forgiven and forgotten are our past mistakes. Here Emotions. settle and don't rot in the sun. The ocean is full of water you breathe under. And there are no bugs. Only the ones that benefit us by fluttering by with vibrant wings. This is my mission to touch this utupia that many have called heaven. At the gate of destiny.
Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land. Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. They call this place magic with grace. And theres a canal filled with unfamous greats. Anyone can swim in just for enjoyment. Lifes great cause here it lasts forever, never ending.
.And there's no disease that sends you to the grave. And when he gave his life away. He gained the world it's victory. Because. Of this humble servant I can honestly say I believe. I believe. Beleive i am saved. When he bled on the cross. He took my heart and mended it into clay. So he could mold a perfect being. Out of sinful me. Beautiful flawed l. Chorus Onward we walk. Together we stand. Forward we soar to the promise land We lift our swords to slay the beasts that live here in this human air. And on the beach we will dance a soldiers victory prance. From here you can Look at the sky. Feel the heat on your skin. Hold the sand just to watch it slip. Stare near the clouds see the gulls float. With perfect unity they land in unison. Reminding me that there's is even better above the clouds and in the heavans.