I wrote this while i was high.
I wrote this while i was drunk, i wrote this while i was high, i wrote this while i was drunk.
Yeah, i'm pretty messed up, messed up.
But that doesn't mean i can't FEEL.  Anything.
Doesn't mean i can't feel, have feelings or feel.
Niceness doesn't not = cleanliness doesn't not = godliness.
I've spoken on this for now.

Two strangers, passing in the night, like ships or the other.
No one calling for them to move on.
"Nothing to see here.  Move along, move along... hey, you - M-O-V-E A Long."

Three police cars in the street outside the apartment complex.
Sirens, a fire truck (the red kind), am-boo-lance.
Much commotion.  Grease fire.  Melted cheese on the burner or some such.
Mrs. Turner's gotta black eye again.
Where were the police then?  Verbal... mental... now this.
Punches thrown in anger... or love?

Segue into the black.  The rich funk portion.
Whitebread boys playing funky bass like the black boys on the Mothership.
Funk plays the same anyway, but the black boys make it skip & thump a bit more.
Back to drugs... but who's to say?  Marriage of things... available "tools".
Bouncing notes, up & down, down & left, left & right.

Daisy, Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.
My dog Daisy... or Day-Z, as she's known, round a bout the hood 'n' shit.
Cat's come off a bit better, of late.
Give a dog a bone & he's not necessarily gonna eat it.

I'm in my robe again.  I'm plastered... out of it.
Ya know, GONE.  Bye & bye, pass me another piece of that pie.
I before E, except after C.
Grammar, politics... the growth of the MIRTH.

Lava flows down... careful with the ax.
The power touch on the Bike again... just like way back in the times of ol'.
Porch light out... back & forth on the tire swing.
Into the pond - EVERYBODY'S NAKED!!!
Squawking like a bird & happy you're growing your first pubic hair.
Too many to count now, well on the way to having "working" genitalia.
Girls will come soon... & sports & teachers with cleavage.
Those wet-loin days of yore.

On to cigarette burns on your shirtsleeves & arms.
Flies all around your face.  Gnats... gnatting.
What else could you want, but to be Wasted & Famous?
Livin' the Life.  Breakin' hearts & takin' names.
Chasin' tail.  Always tail... wanted that shit... needed it.
Lived for it, but forgot to live.
Died inside.  Burned inside.  Burned out, cheap take... less return.
Five cent deposit on a burned out sole.
Heartache follows.  Losing one, then another... losing each other.
Times away, time to start... doing... something.
Anger... angry at all of them.  Them, them, them.  All of them.
Slow the pace but not the brain.  Kickin' in the yard.
Make those faces again.  Those Blues Man faces.
Park the car again.  Eat out for a change.
Change your diet, the food you eat.
Consume less, eager to please... waiting for the door to, "come 'round."
Now, living for the TALE.

You're back on track now... fed up less.
You start chasing again... straining.
Less pills, less blow... smoke a little stuff now & again to stay "centered".
Start writing less.  You're barrow's run dry.
You look more... see more.  Live a bit more... "but die quicker?"
Us & Them... me & her, We & They.
Ordinary men pass for all the time.
Have you seen all the white men on the streets these days?
He got one, they got one, he got one, he got one.
Apple pie without the crust.  Round apple pie.  No crust... don't wanna.

You start making witty smirks... snide faces... sly bits of trash.
Run with the pack... the "old crew", as it were.
Dive in head first.  Don't even wait.
Run with it... start to feel the feel again.  Smell that smell... feel, feel, feel.
Ride the snake... ride the wave... the tiger.
Don't label my essence.  My creation.
Start creating again.  Live in that Space again.
Play the funk again - right, right, right, right, right.
If it feels right, it is right... look good & feel good looking good.
Feel, feel, feel it.  Feel it all again... all the feels.

Start wearing those little t-shirts with the butterfly on them.
Feel yourself slipping down, down, down.
The Pit of Despair.  Feel the burn.  Feel, feel, feel the burn.
Light the fire, feel the scrape.
Ride the lightning one last time.  Tame the tiger before the tiger tames you.
Go back - admit guilt, last, one last time.
Drum, drum, drum your little drum.
Refuse the pit.  Defuse the situation.  Succeed.
Live the dream again, but be wary.
He is alive & so are you.  He lives among you.
You can conquer him.  You believe him.
You believe IN him.
It is time.
This is the place.
You're golden now... you're golden now, you're golden now.