Those drugs, they have no feelings.
Do you think that they're your friend...
Heart racing, Tears falling, Eyes burning
My stomach is turning...
Pumpin iron, sweat on my forehead,
Tryin to get a build to drop them dead...
Silent, sweeping
Always weeping...
Some of us wear blue
While others dress in green...
Yo Mamma
Hey, Barak Obama...
I wrote this when i was feeling particularly...
You can do anything...
Running here, running there
Really don't fit in anywhere...
Shy
When I sensed my heart fluttering...
Needless life you spend
If wishes remain virtual...
*this is a song/poem i wrote when i was about five...
What is the land of dreams you ask...
Labor Day 1973
That was the day you tried to kill me...