If the waives could listen to its own sound,
Would it, do you think, feel mad...
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out...
Truth exists in the space of our minds
Relative to what the other could think...
You have but one life on Earth,
It's starts the moment of your birth...
Baby Kohen...
Man, you only choose the right way for your lives
when your wrong ways appear to be crowded...
A reflection unfinished in a mirror threatening to
shatter...
You and I are alike, we have a pulse trying
and footprints guiding us forward...
You are a poet
Use your brain not your weapon...
Sitting in place, the way its suppose to be.
In a leather chair, I face you and you're facing...
When something collapses
in your life, don't be upset...
[Twenty twelve at two o'clock in the morning]
December has come, yet again...