jeg ville hellere skrive digte om den måde
du sagde mit navn på uden ord, men med
elektriske hænder og blå læber og ømme
ankler fra solens tæthed
jeg elskede dig, så det stak i mine øjenlåg
jeg elskede dig, så det prikkede i min
hovedbund og vandrede ud i alle mine
hår og dansede i mine tørre hårspidser
fra havets omfavnende bølger
jeg ville hellere skrive digte om den måde,
du vækkede mig uden at røre ved mig men
med en ånde af gin og solskin
jeg elskede dig, så det gjorde ondt i fingerspidser
jeg elskede dig, så jeg ikke kunne kende
mig selv
jeg elskede dig, så jeg forsvandt et sted lige
imellem dine og mine
og dig og mig
og det, jeg aldrig lærte

Have you ever made eye contact with the homeless
You stare into there eyes
Filled with lonesome was like a part of you dies
You wonder where they stay
Pray and even sleep
They stay hungry endless nights over
To those cold nights in October to the restless ones having to stay in government funded ones which Obama runs
You say your givin back man that ***** wak
People talking about blowin a fat stak
Meanwhile we got people eating trashed Big Macs
Tend to take this life **** for granted
Man **** I don't even know how to file for tax being returned
Money being currtened cause our nation in debt
But we expect too much sometimes
You stay on your own grind and get caught up in some crimes
Rough times call for desperate measures
Frim the poor mans liquors to the athletes getting quicker
Where does this money go
People travel full throttle
Just to find out happiness is nothing more than crying and drowning in a bottle