Be a great person,
don't change for others,
even if they changed themselves,
at least you still remained the same.

Lost in a maze
don't know where I am
I look to the side
and see a friend.

They helped me through it
but then they're gone,
I had to find out where I belonged.

Brought to the streets
Thus began a fight
these two men who were in my sights.

It wasn't long before I knew,
that these men had better things to do.
Confused for sure, but now I can see,
we walk these streets to find our dreams.

So what if I'm not alone?
These men also need a home.
I break free from my own chains
to wake up and feel there pain.

A dream of feeling stuck and alone.
The emotions only continued to grow.
I had fear of self control,
to be cast out in the endless snow.

So happy to have woken up
But the real world doesn't feel quite enough
if only we could truly see,
that all people have a time of need.

And god sent forth his most beautiful angel
in order to help me clear my head.
But I ripped her halo off and ***** her instead.

And the devil sent forth his most cunning succubus
in order to make me drop dead.
But I held her horns like handlebars when I took her to bed.

With eyes wide open
My jaw continues dropping
even behind the scenery
this girl has my heart throbbing

Stiletto heels and a push-up bra,
Hair piled high, bleached and toned and all…
That’s the way you used to shuffle around,
But you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Who’s that a’ worrin’ bout them wrinkles and lines?
Is that the same broad who fell for all his lines?
Well, since he left you all you do is frown.
No, you ain’t done much since your man went to town.

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you
Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,
But you picked the one who was known all around.
Now,  you ain’t known much since your man went to town.

(Interlude)

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you
Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,
But you picked the one who was known all around.
Now, you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

What’cha gotta to do to make it right
Is take your piece out of your purse, it’s a Saturday night.
What’cha gotta do is shoot him down,
‘Cause you cry too much since your man went to town.

(I'm still tweaking the arrangement. It should have an upbeat Little Richard or Ray Charles rock-n-roll mid-upbeat tempo with possibly hand claps on the downbeat like a spiritual chorus... since most early rock and r&b; musicians got their starts in small black southern Baptist churches. Let me know what you think. If it *****, tell me.

Hey  you
Do you know what's ****?
A real conversation

Someone once said
Mother Earth is as much
A part of us
As we are of Her
If we aknowledge that
Each ***** that sustains
Our intelligently designed existance
Each muscle that
Promotes our dynamic lives
Each cell that celebrates
Its small yet profound task
Within us,
Comes forth from the ground
We walk upon
We will see that the person
On the other side of the Earth
Is as much a part of us
As we are of Mother Earth