We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I write You read I talk You listen I huff

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

I don’t know what it means to have A lover in my life I don’t know what it’s like to tas… Their sugar and their spice I don’t know how to give and take

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…