I walk these streets
and hear the pitter patter of rain
paint the street
I throw on the beats
and get my audio on/
I Feel the rain wash down my neck
and a trickle goes down my spine
as the music travels up my spine
My eyes get bloodshot off of the Pine Smell of my bud in the air
I take a long drag and watch the cherry get really long
its a long walk but I have a shaggy stroll and keep in mind
that I'm baked listenin to Method Man while the music is in sychronization with
the view of a lighting striking. It blows my mind that I almost trip over a curb
and scuff up my Jordan Flights that have been ruined from being my most comfortable walking shoes. I look around and see a couple kids buying a 10 sack or 20 sack from a Somalian..... which isnt smart cuz" half the time that **** aint even ****"(quoting Thorogood from Half baked).
I gigle and think about what If I just yelled freeze what there reaction would be

but I just pass by and wave with my blunt in the air
Saluting the other *** heads out in these elements to get faded
May the Force be with you Young Jedi
Jedi Mind Tricks switch over onto my headphones
and I begin to think my blunt is a light saber
and im on some type of epic adventour....
But I'm only go to the grocery store for another wrap, a bottle of welches strawberry soda,and a nutty bar...


Muchies will take you the strangest places.

Time to get untop
Been drug down
and stepped on
im untop now
and your being smashed on
Use to say my **** was alright
Now you callin me every night
I get my **** hard
cause you bout to break my bed board
your *** so fat it looks like a fat kids face stuffed with cake
and **** can you make dat *** shake
its almost terrifying like that anaconda typa snake
so yeah im smokin and ashin on your back and them ****** jigglin
So they ain't fake
for gods sake
For gods sake for gods sake

When we speak
in whispers
Shh and fingers to the lips
so we speak to speak
But listen do we really
confused looks
tired eyes
my pillow seems nice
where my mind can rest
of all the chitter chatter

Follow me into the land
of promise and promise
Follow my heart as it leads you to a
place of hopefullness
and joy
just take a little time
and build some trust in me
I promise I wont hurt you
or make ya cry.

You never really trusted much
You always said just give up on me
You always wanted the easy way out
but I wont let you go that easy

Dont worry
I'll take the good with the bad
and the sad with the mad
I'll sit around and wait for you to calm down
I got time to wait for ya babe
it shouldnt take long.

You never really trusted much
You always said just give up on me
You always wanted the easy way out
but I wont let you go that easy

You always tried your hardest to make me go
so you called me a douchbag
and said just go
but I know you wanted me to stay
so I took the words you said with a grain of sand
and waited outside
smoked a cig and waited for you to call my name
to come back in

You never really trusted much
You always said just give up on me
You always wanted the easy way out
but I wont let you go that easy

You opened your heart
and let love in
and to this day
our lives have never been the same
and it's not a dream
you can awake
and know that my love is yours
till the we day
and our ashes are scattered across
this land.

You never really trusted much
You always said just give up on me
You always wanted the easy way out
but I wont let you go that easy

bongo circle

different souls mingling

feet tingling from the sand

mother earth laughs at our silly steps

we fall down in her lovely bed

grass flowers some alive some dead

i smell the aroma of sage and jade

it clears my mind my soul

it starts a domino of released sences

my heart sounds like a didgeridoo

its pulsating its dancing its grooving

its feeling this moment

its hearing this melody of leaves shifting in the wind

the sound of fire crackling

harmony with body, soul, and nature

She was a goddess
amongst mear mortals
and I was a peasent
that wanted to be a knight
so I could be her prince charming.
She always gave me little looks
and her father said I would never be good enough
but I made it my life to prove him wrong.
So I collected as much  silver and gold as I could
and I bought me a shanky *** little horse.
I fed that horse
and trained it to be big and strong
soon I was ready to fight for the heart of the Princess
So I managed to get myself some armor it took me a long time to build it up
but when I did my armor was stronger then anyone elses.
Mine was built threw blood, sweat, and tears
and in building this armor I had no fear of loosing
I had no fear of her stupid father because I was comming in with something the
other fighters didnt have and that was love.
The others wanted the Princess for the family money
I wanted to Win her heart
and even if I loose
I know in trying I won already.
The battle came and I was shivering
not in fear but in knowing that I made it to the big show
I got my horse ready fed it a apple before, tied my armor straps tight around my waist
and got ready to fight for my Princess.
The first battle went fast my horse was to fast for the other horse and the man layed flat on his back.
The second man gave a little bit more of a fight you could tell he was from wealth and might
he tagged my shoulder but I stayed upright. I took the corner around back at him and got ready
WAM nailed him right in the sternum he went down like a rock in the water.
The final and most precious battle came
and it was a sword fight
I forgot to make a good sword I thought this was gonna be a horse match.
I had two small blades to his mighty majestic sword. People said this guy was a Demi God the Alpha male
but I wasnt afriad. I got myself ready and prepared for him to  make a mistake I noticed the land was covered in holes from the previous races. He comes running at me without seeing these holes and trips and falls basically right infront of me I jump on his fallen body and slice his throaght and the crowd goes silent. All you can here is the Princess's heart start beating again.

Laughter
as we watch our comedies on
nbc nightly tuesdays
Ben and kate
two broke girls
what the ****
As a secret slaughter goes on
And the genocide of a million minds
happens without us evening knowing what's going on
we laugh and we laugh
as our children get fater
our oceans get dirtier with foriegn oil
our earth aches in pain
our tv keeps distracting us
as the sun is waiting to explode
I hope a solar storm happens
so it knocks out every network
so our minds are free
and then maybe we will look outside our window again
maybe then we will see what is truly going on
the true terroism is just a click away
Fox news and media flaunting there depression pills
and the main predator is these pharmaceutical companies
telling us were sick and need help
so we rush to get the fix
when really its a sick twisted david copperfield trick
but whatever
let's keep watching 30 rock and snl
as our lives slowly fall into a hell
a living hell
a living comedy
what a disgrace
what a waste
take a look in your community
poverty is next door
its funny how we think were so safe
in america were like a mouse in a maze
cept there is no exit
were trapped
were trapped
not me I free my mind
and spread the word
threw words and writes
because if anything
Ill make this right
ill carry on the fight
ill make it right
and ill open that door
to shine light into this blind folded world

Dont eat the worm
no matter how bad that little ****** squirms
it'll make your gut turn
and your eyes swell
a living hell
living at the bottom of the tequilla bottle.

Death teased me once
as the Grim Reaper tickeled my arm pit
felt the Pit of Hell pour out my wrists.
Blood looks beautiful splattered on white
like a graffitti painted by a hoodlem in the dead of night
My eyes rolled backwards in my head
My skin went cold as the bathroom tiles
devil cracked its cunning smile
but short lived
towels wrap around wrists
carried out the house
to a ambulance
where my run in was turned to a sickness
depression
medication
a new living hell

The smoke suffocates the mosquitoes
buzzing around me
toes in the grass
burning down trees
Hello goodbyes
as the fire crackels
bits of ash dance in the air
I put my longneck up to my lips
and listen to the air sweet sweet bliss
a friend cracks open another swissher
and I think to myself....
that girl over there I think ill kiss her
tonight.

I'm here for the broken hearts
and the washed up souls
that were washed up with the tide of forgotten waves.
They come crashing in
and out
leaving the hearts on the shores.
I walk the bed of the beach
and pick up little hearts like sea shells
and put them away in a little glass jar
where they sit and wait to be held again one day.

Ha im a sicko
a ******
a troubled youth
grown to a ***** mouth
Been sellin dope out the days inn
yeap she look at me
This ***** going in
Have her hollar out
eat that *****
she know im good
cuz im mexican
ill eat the taco
treat that ***** like a buffet
and here I go again
she pop that *** back
and I make it soakin wet

The worlds never truly silent
turn off your television and just listen
tires rolling over the iced streets outside
the buzzing of the street light
the pitter patter of a gutter next door
streaming water
as the water runs down the side of the curb
like children in a playground
it dances and laughs its way to the open drain
I lite my cigarette and blow a big cloud towards the stars
I here the airplanes in the sky passing by
and a cat hisses at something in a dark corner
As I inhale again I can here my lungs fill up with the toxic aroma
and I taste the smoke under my finger nails as a chew them off.
I here the sound of feet and look across the street two young kids holding hands walking
I try to eaves drop on their conversation but the cars passing bye blocks my attempt at spying on them. I can here what their saying to eachother as I see them both smiling "it's cold out here.. but your warm" I'm jealous almost and just as I think this my ciagrette burns me and brings me back to the echo of the town. I toss the burnt end and here it land in a puddle I watch as it gets taken away down along the side of my house. were all a generation of the television society and left out brains on the couch as we stuff our faces full of patato chips and useless tv programs. When the real entertainment waits for us outside. where the music of the world is waiting to be heard. Instead we click our remotes and fall into a trance of law and order tv programs and violence upon violence school shootings and who the next mass ****** is a sick twisted form of entertainment. I guess listening to the world got so boring...... I guess I'm the only one who sees the world as a untamed ochestra waiting to be composed into a lovely sympathy. On mistro On you play for your little sounds are not useless I here you playing and strumming the world is perfectly in tune if you just listen.

I was a lost puppy
looking for a warm blanket and a mommy
you wrap me in your arms
and tell me im your best
or even better then your last best
you've told that fib before
but your lips tell me sweet nothings
and your hair brushes on my shoulder
im your soldier
and your my mission
ill devide and conquer
and ill make you call my ****
the big monster
you fear
the big monster
you fear

moving threw the night
moving threw the night
moving threw the night
headlights passing
headlights passing
Button up your shirt
roll down your sleaves
and follow the theives as they steal this night away.
Moving threw the night
moving threw the night
tomorrows already gone
and todays already done
and the future is one more dissapointment
and the present is one more appointment
schedule your life and you'll live in a constant rush
let your life unfold infront of you
and steal these moments away.
Like a thief in the night I'll steal your memories away
like alzhiemers you will forget my face
whos to say that you wont die today
whos to say that your not dead already
and I'm holding unto this utter fear that death is right around the corner
and It just takes one wrong move
into uncomming traffic.

ive been traveling
my legs are like jello and my eyes are crusty
I can feel a shakyness come up upon me
but I wipe my eyes and take a sip
I look to the future
im a hippie *******
i live for peace love and pride
my breathe is stinky so give me some stride
im listening to take a free ride
my windows are down and im jammin outside
but my travel is loose and easy to the vibes
youll never see me stumble or fall
my shoes are tied tight and my chins in the sky
noones gonna stop J A ******* Y

i see the vine
and pick each grape
feel the juice in between my toes
i watch the vine slowly grow
and see it die each winter
but i know spring is near
and ill be back out on the fields
watching my babies blossum
and ill pick each grape
and turn into yuppie juice
and poor mans fluids
that will sooth the tummies
and make good conversations that  my feet made

I wonder if this new approach will be beneficial
even though I'm acting somewhat superficial
I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was but it just seemed
too boring for her ears too hear.
So I called her ugly and waited for her reaction
she was surprised and said she's never been called that.
So I told her she was unimportant to me
and that she wasnt the prettiest girl in this stupid *** little town.
She slowly started to grin and I slowly started to turn it up
just admiting everything I wanted too say.
Ever since I seen her stupid pretty face in 3rd grade,
Ever since the days when she didnt notice me because I had braces, and
Ever since the day I asked her out to prom and she said I dont think so.
Well she knows I've always been a lier so she knows all my words calling her a peice of **** werent true
and it was a different way of telling her how speacil she was to me
and she knows that the more I unleash on her the more it proves how much  I want her to be with me.
So we take a taxi back to my apartment and she tells me to continue degrading her
she just was tired of being called pretty
thats all.

A thousand years will pass
And someone will stumble upon my corpse
I'll have one of those bank tubes tied around my neck
And in will lay pages that I've written on here
The person who cracks open that seal
Will first be surprised the paper didn’t fall apart and blow into the air
The pages they read will be astonishing they will read about
How the society I lived in cared more about a value meal and a good deal on shoes
Then the planet and how it was destroyed by our gas ******* monsters.
They’ll read on to see that in this world lived a man
Who saw the world as it should be seen
(A young child that’s been constantly ******* abused and screaming for help)
That’s how I see the world now
As we pour our maxim sized sodas and flip on our mind ****** television
This society and culture is being suffocated of all its creativity and imagination.
This person might not even understand what the **** is going on
Who knows they might even consider it a grand artifact but honestly
When they decipher this language they will come to see that the world I lived in was
Dying faster than I can even imagine. All I hope is that they won’t follow in the way our world is going. WE need to stop sitting in front of our televisions and get out into the world we need a renaissance of ideas we need a revolt we need a savior (but not like a religious one) we just need to all team up and take our minds back. We just need to take our minds back. We just need to take our minds back. UNPLUG PEOPLE UNPLUG

sittin in the diner
watching people talk and chat
eves dropping on the **** they care about
sittin in the diner
faces laughing
Silverwear ringing
Chit chat
Sitting in the diner
waiting for the food
just like waiting for a love
to chit chat
while we sit in the diner

I see you with your new man
I see how he doesn't ******* right
cuz your walkin right
and not bowl legged
cuz I gave you Swayze roadhouse ****
and hes given you fresh prince
understand I ate that *****
put a finger in your *** and ****
he gets a handy and blows his nut
You know I'm in that ***** the whole night
have you cash in sick days

I sit and wonder on this moldy deck
who will be next
to fight fire with fire
who will stand up to this brutal infection thats spreading like wild fire
fake *******
fake talkers
fake enough to feed more *******
to your open ears
con artists slick haired demons
and like a used car salesman
they speak into your ear
make sure you here and believe them
then you dipout with a broken promise
and even more hatred in your heart
and now im about to burn all the ******* down
open gas tank in one hand
stream following my trail
with a lit match and a middle fingure up
saying **** your slick tounge
and your jumping eyes
lies
lies
lies
feel my fire
feel true desire
this is what happens when you meet a *******
that doesnt take **** or get ****** with
now the kerosene burns as i lean against this beat down bench
i tell the match to go fetch as it lands on the gas
all i can say is you better haul ***

twisted like the twistie tie on my bread
I look into your eyes and picture whats going in your head
I grasp your soft little hand
and watch as your lips say words that I'll soon forget.
I'm a stupid boy
that doesnt understand body langauge
forgive me sweetie
forgive me for being so dumb
but as our toes dip into the cold water
our bodies go numb
succumb to my stupidty
put up with my failures and my mistakes
and wait for that golden moment
when you realize
that even though im flawed
im the best you'll ever have
in this wasteland
we will survive
and I'll love you till the day
I die
till the day
I die

Little missels
Sparklie crystals
jedi mind tricks
play in my bedroom
I spy the pill jar
with a little bud waiting to be broken down and rolled.
I lick the blunt
and crack it down
tabacoo spinkels and covers my floor
I grasp the bud and crack it in half
and the stink of it overwhelms my automosphere.
The song skips and tupac all eyes on me stars playing
as I begin to roll the bud I get a since of joy and happiness
that soon ill be blitzed
I know I got good bud
because when I do my dog wobbels in to enjoy it.
I spark it and that little popping noise of the dank thc circles me.
I take a big drag but carefully so the cherry doesn't get to long

The cry of a baby wakes me
apartment two doors down
moms a crazy dope fiend
no grocerys babies hungry
a tale of the city
where the prettiest thing is
a mouse trap and a fly strip
Mom strips to feed baby
baby strips its dignity
for the other tenats know
thats moms a *****
and baby has no hope
but the same life
poverty follows baby to a early age where
other kids  mock him for being ratty
babys puts up with teasing
goes home to more dismay
as mommy lays
bruise and battered
oh the days they add up
where baby goes through this pain
till one day baby catches a break
a mike and a pen
and soon I wake up to baby.....
baby
made it big

I'm aware
I'm alive
I'm caring
I'm honest
I'm Wierd...
I'm living one great minute at a time
I'm not fighting the wind
But letting it ******* to where it wants me to go
I'm Me
Born free
Born with a Brain
and a heart
That makes Peoples Lungs burn
when they breathe in the happiness I put off.
I'm here to stay for the moment
I'm here to Love,cry,hate,and forgive
I'm not sick and tired
I'm a walking living example of struggle equals improvement
and at the end of the day
I lay my head down happy
that I atleast made a Effort To be Me
The person in the mirror
the person that whoever wanted me to be
is working this Life and making it happen.
Live happy Live Lovable Live Joyous and Grateful
you got one life USE IT.

I tried to say some words
and they never came out right
You were the nerd
and I was the book you could never finish.
I was the end you always wanted to never hear
but I had I had I had
to make this story end
I was your chapter you would always go back and read
I was your sleeve when your nose ran
and when you ran out of tears
I made sure you made more
bababababy im sorry
and I know I know I know
I coudlve done a thousand gazillion things different
but im glad I did the things I did

I ate a fresh red apple right from the tree
as you danced there infront of me
I felt it's juices in my beard
and when you kissed me
and pulled away
our lips stuck a little.
But that apple tree was our little spot
it set just right above the city
where we could watch all the pretty people
doing the pretty things pretty people do.
I told you I'd marry you someday
and make your belly full with a baby
I told you I'd get a job as a farmer
and I'd plant a apple tree just for you
One day  our kids will sit under that apple tree
and pick its ripe red fruit and eat and talk.
You and I would sit and think about that day
When we layed under that apple tree above the city
and talked about this day that were watching unfold infront of us.

*****
I know how to cure it
***** line
like The Neon around the sign
I can be cured
one shot at a time
I see girls talking to boys
boys talking to girls
boys talking to boys
girls talking to girls
and drunks like me talking to there bottle of cheap beer
I spot a girl in the back corner no friends surround her
no boyfriend playing pool keeping a eye on her
I walk my way over
and muster a couple lines to get my way in for a seat
I walk up and ask her what shes drinking
and if she'd enjoy some company
she replies
what makes you different then any other guy
I look her in her eyes
and tell her I just want her for the night
I tell her I just want to see what she looks like out of these dim lights
my place after your drink
she replies yes
as I said before I was *****
I could tell she was too from across the room
easy as pie waiting out on the window ledge
you can smell fresh pie from a mile away
as I lead her into my room
I unravel her clothes she thinks are exspensive
but I'll make her feel cheap tonight
I bite her flesh on her neck and kiss her earlobes
and I whisper whos a little *****
she replies me me me
I take down her *******
and they are actually entertaining hello kitty
as I giggle she giggles
as my fingers rub her inner thigh she wiggels
and arches her back
that when you know its game on
I grasp her somewhat chubby waste
she says at the most random moment a girl can ask
by the way whats your name
I say im Jay and you'll always remember me
I shove all of myself in
and she gasps
and she says
oh yes Jay I will always remember you.
we fall asleep
I wake up
call a cab
and tell her she has to leave
I toss her a cigarette and tell her to wait outside
and to never come back

it always *****
when two guys are fighting over one girl
and one loses and one wins
in my case I seem to always loose
I just want one time for it to be vice versa
instead I'm left untangling this knot in my heart
and it makes me realize that maybe I'm just ment to be this guy
the loser
God when I win it's gonna taste so sweet
and I wont be left kicking rocks down the side of the street
I wont be left dragging my heart behind me
because its really slowing me down
******* it's really taking a toll

greasy hands
and rusty tools
bolts and shop rags
that dry my tough skin
i see the clock tick down
as me and my brother work away
the money makes us patient
because our time awaits
sick back crack the tall tops
and shots bring back the days when we sat on bar stools and talked ****
but when the magazine cover cops our last names
we will be sittin in the shade and our dickies are in the dryer waiting to be folded
creased and soon we will be pampered on
and we will sit back and smoke cigs and talk about the days when we talked about gettin rich
now were rich and talking about what we will do next
paychecks are old news
the new girls are old news
and the old news are our new stories
just sittin and listenin to wu tang
and sparkin up mexican bluegrass
and not cashin in our g pass
flippin pages
flippin pages

I saw your chubby fingers
and I saw your big toes
and I saw the wrinke under your nose
I saw this one little hair strand that you could never tie up right.
I always tried to fix it and put it behind your ear
but you always told me not to worry and leave it be
I could never leave you alone even  if I tried.
Even when things went bad
I'd still sit around and think about how our feet would brush up while layin in bed.
I wanted to be stuck in time forever but like my jeans our love just faded.

the soul of a crack fiend
I scram up ***** pop cans
and your belongings that gather dust in your alley
I scrap around in garbage cans finding tid bits of food.
While  I watch you in your big home stuffing your faces
the dog even manages to eat better then I will
your life is not hard
you dont understand torment
you dont understand hunger
like I do.
I'am a person of societies promise that failed
I will be that person you read about in the paper
a man noone knew
a man noone smiled at
a man who did'nt get a hug
or a thank you
or even a look that wasnt disgust
this is my life
a life of constant battels
a life of broken promises
a life of forgotten dreams
and forgotten love
a life that noone even knows exist
a life that will one day haunt you
when the curtain closes and the crowd just leaves
I'll run in your mind
because you didnt offer your time or a dime
I will live in your mind
you'll think about me during dinner
where I whisper
and whisper
and whisper
and whisper

she grasped her daddys hand as they walked
daddy told daughter that he loved her and he'll try and call her everyday
he said make sure when im gone you send me a photo on your birthday
send me a picture when you do something great
and please please dont give your mommy to much trouble
she promised daddy and they gave their secret handshake
well daddy told daughter you cant follow me no longer
daughter cryed
daddy wiped each falling tear from her eyes
each were like a torpedo hitting his already sinking ship
he the the fear in his daughters clinched fists
her shiverring lips
he hates to put her through with this ****
he curses god in his head
and his feet feel like his dragging a bag full of led
as the handcuffs get locked on
and the door shuts behind him
he knows that he will never see his daughter running in the grassy meadow they once played in
he knows he will never get to lay around and eat candy and watch cartoons till they both got yelled at mom to get ready
his hearts so heavy
he should've never went out on that night
he should've never put the key in the car and drove
because hes not the only one feeling like this
theres another man
that will never get to do the same things with his daughter

Can I kiss you goodnight
Can I tuck you In
And push your bangs from your face.
As I kissed you goodnight
You invaded my heart
One love
Bite your lip
Give me a reason
To believe

did you here
the sky cry
it roared its voice asking us why we are killing her
the sky cut open with white lights
trying to show us how she hurt
The trees swayed back and forth waving there arms to get our attention
did we listen
no..
did we here her
no..
so she faught back
infernos blazed our homes
tornados blew our belongings away
just like her lungs were polluted
with our toxins
she fought back
washing away our lives
to dance with the fishes
She opened up her skin
and shook our souls
she knew one day we might listen
shes growing tired
shes growing angry
will we stop
will we cease
eventually
we are a desease
and her natural forces are the vaccine
will we win
no
will she yes

Fall for me
let your body
fall to my bed
fall into my hands
I kiss your forehead
and tell you that
your my world
but im not foolish
not jumping threw a ring of fire
but your eyes
seductive desire
and your body is pure fire
Im the pen your the paper
let me lay my ink on you dear

I'd like to say that I'am a warm fuzzy person
I'd like to say that this torture of waking up does'nt make me sick
I'd like to say that the sun makes me smile.
These would be lies
the dark amuses me
I enjoy dissapointing people
I get a kick out of manipulating
and controlling your thoughts and actions
I compromise your God
the sloth slow moving and never quick enough to fill my desires.
If the day would come where we meet face to face
I'd ask him to send me to purgatory where I belong
because I know I dont deserve him.
I pray in anger
I pray to him to fullfill my wants
I pray to him to make me wealthy
This is not proper prayer
This is not the way to talk to God they say.
The life that was ment for me
was of his making was it not
So why does he make me suffer with this talent of making people sick
to making people fear
to me always being in need of the next high
to me destroying, rebuilding, and destroying again?
Why does he send me in this tail spin
only to crash and burn
to have the demons of hell rip my limbs each evening?
Because of the secrets I hide from God and Others eyes
I toss and turn hoping my prayers will be answered
so I can be the person I was before
so I can be warm and fuzzy again
but the secrets I hide are not seen by your or Gods eyes
so How do I release these secrets without opening the eyes
of the world to my celler door?
Where the secrets have been waiting to see a light and to be freed to the upstairs living quarters to be with the rest of the family.
To be seen by your and Gods Eyes

Finding your dreams
at the bottom of a bottle.
leaves screams and tossing of that bottle
Broken glass
I watch the ***** flow down the wall
I watch my reflection shimmer
in the peices of glass.
I see the tears about to fall.
does this ring a bell
same call same place.
I see you
I see you
I see you
a chuckle
I see you
the devils best medicine for a never forgetting mind
tip back that bottle one more time.
the medicine in my viens
forgetting the pain that was left
when I cut my finger the first time on the shattered glass.

We were all out there
Reachin out for a hand
A master plan
a way of knowing how
To grasp the upper hand
but did we even think
To dig down
get the courage too get up
brush ya self off
And look up
The sky is the limit sweet angel
So let your wings take you to distant stars
because that's exactly whatchu are

Love me drunk
kiss me sober
**** me high
sweetheart

the crew was a mix of different races
sent the other tribes to the races
off they go
Click Clack pulled back my gack
one shot two
caught one soldier right in the back
my dub warrior had that optimus gryme rockin in the back
and my hat was pointed to the sky
I watched the shot fly
thought I was sly
but soon a cherri was in my eye
told my lead to push down the floor
back went our headz
drivin fast
told my tribe to ditch in 3 2 1
squeek
clip clap sound of my airs with the busted soles
the chase began

I walk around town
flicking cigerrte butts
hands in my pockets
and no where to really go.
my mom told me
that when I came out her womb
I didn't even cry
she said I just looked at her
like I was lost.
The indians call this a Lost Soul that died
and rebirthed not knowing they died.
I remember my mom said that I didnt start crying till
I layed down on her chest.
She knew it wasnt cause I was sad
but tears of happiness that I finally found a Home.
She said I was a good baby but the docter said that I'd struggle all my life.
She asked why... well Nancy your son has bad legs he'll need to be in leg braces for most of his toddler life.
My mom knew that I used my legs to much in my past life and I was paying for it now.
She told the docter dont worry all my baby needs is a place to rest his head.
Let his legs rest and he'll be walking again.
Now im walking flicking these ciggerte butts
thinking back to what my mother said
but it looks as if I'll find my way back to that silent birth
and recycle this whole life
for what its worth.

The buzzing of the water fountin
the sound of a vacuum running
tik tok of the clock
and the sound of my foot tapping
I smell old fabric
Have I been here before
my nose tells me yes
This scent of this old tathered building
the footprint flat carpet
I've been here before
silence before the storm
as soon
as I open that door
chaos
waits
patiently

My body laughs tonight
it giggels and wiggels
As the goose pimpels form all over it.
laying in the grass checking out the freckels of mother nature
Feeling her sweat
the dew tickels my neck.
I run my hands threw my hair
and the static electricty sends a dancing
Dandelion head into my palms
I think,
what would it be like to float around like that
falling into peoples hands,hair,and wherever else the wind takes me.
I smell the approach of a storm
where ill here the music of earth
here right now im smiling
without saying a word.

**** your pretty thoughts
**** your happyness and your family van
**** your tie and **** your pretty wife and your pretty life
******* for hating me
******* for loving me.
Pretty blue skies
I send up all my white lies like clouds where they sit and mutter
Where they sit and wait
to laugh at me one more time.
Pretty grey skies
where my black lies turn into rain clouds
and they rain on your pretty parade.

One hand over my hungover temple
as I stumble and crash over pizza boxes and dried klenexes
Im a perverted soul
with a taste of *** and cheap ***** on my mustache
I roll another cig with my dry tounge
and push aside the ugly women I managed to take home last night
she smells as horrible as the rotten milk in the fridge
and It's so funny how my life has come
from being a high person in society
to a peice of **** stuck on the bottom of a loose cannon and a cheap date
whos only real true love in life is watching other people be happy
and making little writings on poetry sites
hopefully one day someone will come across my writings
and **** themselves

Her hair fell on my bare ***
as we laughed
and diped out on class
I gave her a true teaching
while she was sleeping I nibbled
and slowly paced myself up her left leg
on to the ******
where her mouth dribbled
and I know when I hit the right spot cause she gave a slight giggle
when I told her that teach was about to preach
she kinda geeked out a little bit
as the pink came into veiw of my eyes
her thieghs quivered
and she called me Ron Burgundy the way I played her flute
I put my right hand over her lips
and then put both my hands on her hips
as the honey dripped
as the honey dripped
what a lovely trip
one ride we both will never forget

My heart
it beats
for those of us who fear to wake up from our dreams
where we rule the world
my heart
it beats
for those of us sinking our heads in our pillows
as we cry ourselves to sleep
what happens when my heart ceases to beat
do we not wake up from our dreams
do we not cry ourselves to sleep
These questions I yell to the stars
Where maybe
anothers heart is waiting for me to grasp it in the air
If my heart was to cease to beat
I hope another will take my place

I work the day shift
and work the night shift with you on my mind
dust covers your old wooden picture frame.
I clear away the debris and again
I'm back to where we left off
me chasing you
trying to grab your hand one more time
But I always seem to just grasp the end of your sleeve.
I sit on the curb with my hands up to my face
and remember when I drew a heart with our names in the sand
I try to figure out why this dust covers my heart with me waking up wiping it all off again.
Do I wanna let the dust build so I forget about you and you wither away?
Do I wanna sit at the table and look behind my back and not see you fumbling in the dish water?
Do I wanna go threw my laundry and find clothes you left behind?
I dont have the answer to these questions because as much as I wanted to stop you from going
I know I wasnt right for you
and I know the best thing for you was to run away without even giving me a last kiss.
But baby I miss you
and I want to set this house on fire so it doesnt smell of you.