I got so much **** that I want to get done today.
My bodies so worn down that I cant come out and play.
My hips move so fast that I should be a stick shift, churning and turning every which way and I cant slow down.
Consequences of the rain.
Its raining so hard that i cant seem to see, but thats alright ***' then no one else can see me weep.
i scream so loud so crystal clear.
I tell my fears to sit down and grab a beer.
Chill for a second and make way for love.
***' I need to cut these strings attached to your hands above.
You make me go this way, near way, that way, here.
****** me all around and tear my cares out...
and rename them fear...
So every time I reach for em they'll burn and make me hurt.
Then I'll shoot em down and make another frown...
They're discomforted, disgusted at my lame disposition...
Of not shinning like a lion staring towards the sun...
In stead Im just ammunition without my gun...
Apart from all apart from the other halves that makes me a king...
The thing that sets me off and remove the problem...
I'm that dollar bill in the back pocket of my robber...
I'm bothered...
No way to get out...
I should be racing the wind and tearing wild in my dreams flesh...
Swallowing hard while others grunt....
Waiting for me to finish so they can eat away the scraps...
everything that is left over...even the crap...
Watch them eat it up and turn their smirk real sour...
and watch them fools devour the tired representations that aren't so true...
Instead I'm there bent over eating scraps for food,
I got so much beauty, intelligence, and truth..
I am the the god or goddess of our youth...
I will be king and shall rise again..
The dark night rises ready to tear out the flesh...
Prepare ye men and I will take them away...
Its time for the brave in me to come out and play.