I miss my Organic Soul...
                                       And its tuesday...
I'm left without a home...
What do you say...
When I wanna speak a word...but yet no ears have heard... because I've lost my Organic soul...
I Feel so cold...
I guess I could warm on Wednesdays...
                                        But I still feel so alone...
I miss the music in my life...
With no organic soul, I'm not whole..
                                       Just a poet without a mic...
11 years of life and my soul was there every night...
              Cuz it was organic...
                more like magic...
that walt disney never had...
See it was real...
Organic like having a mom and dad...cuz we all got a mom and dad...
But if your was organic you could rock the mom and mom and respect the dad and dad...
See the freedom was unchained...
                                            and the artist had no vian....
Just a vein that made us one...who ever blessed the stage...
Cuz the beauty was organic..
.Athena she never had it...
Just that little scene on Egear Street...Where the world could hear my magic...
I miss my Organic soul...
so I roam the streets without one...
Cuz Nothing could feel as pure as you...
                                                        Its Tuesday And I don't know what to do...