Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
But in ten minutes i've got class, im forced to ignore them as i speed past
and the fact that holey shorts barely drape the crack of they ass.
And when the pain of other people and in your brain measure about equal
You have enough thoughts to fill up a book and to create a two part sequel,
and the prequel,
and the preface to address a few concerns I have
Like the people who misunderstand me but never care to ask.
And document the rocket ships and cosmic bliss and the toxic mix of vibrant sights inside my mind that
i cant quite describe any other time...
its always peaceful wrapped inside my words
and the acoustics are impeccable because in there im always heard.
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