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| I remember when I was that young buck,
With the ghetto Brady bunch in a three bedroom townhouse,
Jimbo John asleep for one more workday on the couch,
Helen of troy walking to buy a calling card,
Upstairs in clouds with all of the siblings,
Listening to some old school rap record,
We'd all sit and talk about nothing and everything,
That time keeps on blowing away from me,
Even though those were the day that I changed,
So sleep easy,
On Flamingo West blvd.
Growing up in the streets of Vegas,
I remember when I was a teenager,
I got an urge to sing,
music was always my thing,
What else could I do?
So I joined the choir,
Learned a lot Mormons,
The best music I knew,
Were by people with dreads,
The funniest were people with trees,
So I started smoking weed,
My best friend and I got like a kite,
Then ate fat burgers and french fries,
I watched the leaves blow from the table at CJs,
I think the time blows away like them,
Even though those were the days when I changed
So sleep easy,
On Horizon Dr.
Growing up poor,
In the suburbs of Vegas
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| A drug czars daughter, Becoming a glassy eyed trophy, She is locked up in the bathroom room, With water running to cover the sounds, The flick of her lighter taken from the cabinet top, The bang of her father’s hand on the door, Come out from hiding! Stop everything elsewhere, Except for at home, Stuck in 5 O'clock traffic, You are always elsewhere, A wife with a bun in the oven, The D.E.A knows more than she does, She is like her child in that respect, She doesn't really know daddy yet, What has he been doing to keep her gold card? At the bang of an officer’s hand on her estate, She knew Daddy after the arrest, Come out from hiding! | | |
| I don't really know what to think, It makes me uninspired and I brainstorm, I love reading but I can't read myself, You've checked me out and I'm overdue, I guess its better to think of half, as not being empty or full, Just as I am, In my skin | | |
| When you wrap around me,
Then I figure it out,
It’s not that we don’t care,
It’s that we do and don’t show it,
We stop making efforts,
When efforts seem to stop being made,
Then we both start working again,
When the other isn’t,
Back and Forth?
How about together,
Left or right?
Centered
It happens on both sides,
We had to switch eyes,
To see each others minds,
To know that I’m your friend
A break in the shade,
Can restore a lot of energy,
That we can both use,
Like a light bulb lights up a room,
Our effort will make dark vanish
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| If I detached myself from things that bring me stress, Like change, which I can’t avoid or things I want but cannot afford, If I also began to love without expectations, Accepting that people change, Then I can pick up this lanturn, and guide it over the bridge, I'll have a glow in my stomach, When I get to the end | | |
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