I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you.
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau
I'm the master magician
Who'll help you escape
From the lies you've been told
Even the lowest whisper can be heard—over armies—when it's telling the truth.
Fire it up, fire it up
We pushed off, we're rolling boulders
Crashing down the mirrored stairways
Two of life's best mind canaries
Now when you think of trust
Does it lead you home
To a place that you only dream of
When you're all alone?
I'd like to see the Riviera,
And slow dance underneath the stars.
I'd like to watch the sun come up,
In a stranger's arms.
This is home....
"How can I be, all I want to be,
When all I want to do is strip away these stilled constraints
And crush this charade, shred this sad, masquerade"
In The Meantime
What do you do
When there is no one
left but you?
The path of least resistance.
You are Thee Beautiful One
And I long to hold
You until the Sun
Goes down on your soul
But we knew what we could taste
Girls found honey to drench our hands
The men cut marble to mark our graves
Said we'll need something to remind us
Of all the sweetness that has passed through us
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual