Gimme a funky bassline
Slap that thing like it stole your money
Bring in the sax just right
Get on the floor and bring a honey
Cause we got

Music flowin'
******* blowin,
Everybodies vibin
With the love they're showin

Take your hats off to the band
and give them the respect to dance
When you hear that funky music
Cause It might be your last chance

So get up, down,
round and round
Make a noise complaint out of this town
So get up, down
round and round,
got kick drums by the pound,
So get up, down,
Round and round
Rock this place, to the ground!
Oh, let me give it to ya

Guitars soundin' real real clean,
Good God almighty, it's a party scene
I couldn't find this in my dreams
Let's rip this house down at the seams!

So get up, down,
round and round
Make a noise complaint out of this town
So get up, down
round and round,
got kick drums by the pound,
So get up, down,
Round and round
Rock this place, to the ground!
Oh, let me give it to ya

If I can get over what you create,
and how you smile-
I would be just fine.
I would be just fine.

glowing faces
staring at their phones
oblivious to this plane
although they are not alone

these worlds of words
offer a new form of hope
pings, nudges and forwards
long distances can afford

leaving us surprised
at how close we get
untrue in our real world
thats the only regret

Anger of a stranger.
In my own bed room exists a nighty danger.
Hatred of who took what is sacred.
Tries to lie.
Attempts to buy.
Never explains why.
Makes little children cry.
Wishing for us to die.
Away from here I want to fly.
The kidnapper picked the wrong guy.
She should have never said "hi".
The victim was I.
She lives in a pig sty.
I hate guns.
The situation never made me run.
******, threats, & suicides are not fun.
Evil is never done.
A criminal I am not the one.
Miles are not enough distance between pedofiles.
The internet is not how they met.
I bet that is how their plan is set.
They never pay their debt.
Justice is what we never get.

it has been said for ages that a woman
could lead a man willingly to his demise
a song or a dance; a touch or a glance
simple gestures could dumbfound the wise
these have always just been strange stories
tall-tales or faerie-tales, even outright lies
until half a year ago. until the day that I-
became so very lost within her deep blue eyes
                              
it was just a simple look
that's all it took              
my heart missed a beat
then it shook

and in that moment, I finally did realize
how very powerful they can be; a woman's eyes

To those who feel the darkness,
To those who starve with pain,
To those who are rejected,
To those who live in rain.

I will be your friend,
Though none others seem to be,
Though people start to hate you,
And no one seems to see.

We all have problems, we all have sin,
We all live masks and lies,
We all forget our decency,
And say things that bring demise.

So when no one else accepts you,
Still  I will be your friend.
When all is falling down around you,
To the very end.

Our Father loves us, wants to help,
And will take away despair,
He’ll fix our hearts and broken souls,
And wipe our conscience bare.