Living in my world of Mud...
Sloshing through the earth and blood...
Roots tearing at my nerves...
with their damp and rotting curves...
Lost in a maze of asphalt...
Lights to show our hidden fault...
A gutter learns an eerie noise...
and big men chase little boys...
cans make a hiss against buildings...
but it's just our sweet children...

The youth roam the slates of black...
In search of the word, or the pack...
trying to keep up , listening from the back...
a plan sparks for a persons demise...
but he's a man we all despise...
Big Brother comes to expose all our lies...
and we never get to see behind his eyes...
If someone loved the freedom we own...
then why can't all the hidden be shone..
but yuppies have the best phones...
and they know who to call at their homes...
with the 2 car garage and monthly loans...
but No, he don't mind, he's got plenty of time...
even though he's committing' foul crimes

As we look into newborn eyes...
into those TV lies...
wondering about our lives...
while horrible things are done by knives...
but no one sees the Satan's hive...
for once, will he be alive-...
but at least Willie's got his hand jive...

As the Bums lie in their whirlpool condo's...
and dream their mad dog dreams of porno's...
the nazi's call poets the homo's...
but them bad boys don't know Plato..
but then again he loved the potato...
with his gravy of flesh and blood...
of his yearly amount of slaughtered cud...
and a bum smokes down a back seat bud...
and Marie looks and finds her nub..

And all while I dream off in to sleep...
a burglar looks at a Doberman while he creeps...
a girl loses it and ruins the sheets...
but no one knows about Carolinas amazing feat...
but Kenival said 'Look before you leap'...
jumping from the pan doubles the heat...
But the smack loves to devour the meat...
If everyone cared they'd gather and take a seat..
and look at all this goddamn bullsheit...
they smoke one, have some fun and maybe we'd be better at it.

09/01/1994

Posted on 12/16/2003
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