Head phones that are broke,
Barely work- - -
to disguse that the only music
I'm listening to is my heart beat.
Heart pain, Heart ache, sorrow--
for being a broken man,
But I was born in these pieces.
Piecing pieces together,
I'm still Puzzle Man.
See, many Mystery Men,
Asking questions, that no one got the answer for,
Can I Live?
But are we every alive?
I got bills coming soon,
that I can't pay
I ain't living check to check
I'm living Hope To Hope
Like. . .
I hope that don't shut my shit off,
Even if they do I am still on One,
With my artisry.
Trying to speak me free, Mydrea
My Dear Ra,
Praying to my gods, like what my ancestors would do?
And I know most poets do. . .
Give you food for thoughts, but Lindo give you that liquor too
Like pull up a chair,we here, lets cheer, that we here
Matter if it is Righteos or ratchet,
We need that R&R for balance,
I need balance
More driven than a car,
But I stand still, me.
Mind traveling so much it needs a passport, or a spaceship
Cuz my mindstate is not of world or place that most think,
It's outer space where I am on One,
But I know I ain't the only One
released August 3, 2014
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