Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
My soul taught me a thing tonight That you don’t always get your lik… And when things don’t work like th… You will adapt, and be all good
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple
There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
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
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny
How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors