Not too long ago Before the buildings came alive
We would gather around the Glow and eat slow to survive

Now too long ago before money came around
We would trade our gifts with one another it made me smile

Not too long ago before we found ourselves in skin
We would travel around but had no means to comprehend the end

Not too long ago before we found out how to fly the only problem is our my ground my sky

My feet are wet, my mouth is dry
I'm out of breath
I'm on cloud nine, I'm in the zone
This mountain is high
My Flesh is hung out to dry
I'm in a ditch, I've been left
Punked by reason—Pimped by death
An inch a step, one sec alive
A pinch a mess, a person's life
Worse than mine—that's impossible
Turn the sirens off
Circle spiral
Pattern sequence of events that keep me lost
Leave me be, I'm trying to sing
My feet are wet, my mouth is dry
I'm out of breath
I'm on cloud nine
I'm in the cockpit
It kinds of stings rings in my head


I'm a recycling bin a copy cat an imitator
Cross pollination common sense-common ground denominator
I'm as unique as the cherry tree on 7th st and baker
I'm as complete as a as a father who leaves his daughter and screams I hate her


This one goes to the non-believers
The off the leashers—the common leaders—the frost bit conflict mosh-pit seizures
Police officers—stop your teeth in
Political monsters, bible seekers
The cost is not worth—the honor secret
Conquer—eager
About to leave here
Not sure stop her for the offer from the doctor is not in her favor…
And the author is out of his paper…
In impostor not of this nature…
I'm a hostage—give me your labor—later
Call me later—call me a savior
Anything that makes me feel good
Alright-all day—all night--
I'll fight but not with my fist—in the wind
I light a match, that’s fact, real-talk
Non the fiction, still walkin' with God on a mission so often
I'm lost in a vision, no coffin
Non-existent—early bird gets the worm
Gone fishin'—learning how to take my turn
Suspicion. When we gonna make it burn—
I'll fix it, break into a million-pieces
How’d it fit?

You could watch me flop in a puddle of thought
Or I could watch you slip in a pile of shit
Or we could both shut our eyes and feel what its like to co-exist in the world in which we both live
My feet are wet, my mouth is dry
I'm out of breath
I'm on cloud nine
I'm in the cockpit
It kinds of stings my wings are stretched

I'm a recycling bin a copy cat an imitator
Cross pollination common sense-common ground denominator
Im as unique as the cherry tree on me on 7th st and baker
Im as complete as a as a father who leaves his daughter and screams I hate her

Now—
Not too long ago before I figured how to keep it full
I was down and out and when I hit the ground beautiful

Not too long ago before I figured out how to explore
You can get your hopes high but in due time they just want more

Not too long ago before I figured how to take my time
Instead of stoning someone else I pulled the plank out--from my eye

Not too long ago before I figured out theres not much to do
You can always press record-but never can you click undo

I wonder what they say about me when
I'm not around
Rain tastes the dirt
Thunder ate the clouds
Pleasure made hurt, mother made a child
Running wild at first make her proud, settle down
Suffocate the smile with a box of choke
Too many options—lead to escape
Now-float, waiting if I may cope
Perhaps the right time is now
Well—I tried to count how many times
Time out really pried my doubt to admit slipped—I climbed right out, yes, I did
Hi, I'm the king of the world with the
High, I found—yeah. I’ve lost my faith
But I'm fine right now, loss is a safe way home
So, I wait, say no, if I happen to hit rock bottom
I'll lie to your face to remain faithful to the sky that I make hang low

I'm a recycling bin a copy cat an imitator
Cross pollination common sense-common ground denominator
I'm as unique as the cherry tree on 7th st and baker
I'm as complete as a as a father who leaves his daughter and screams I hate her