as we walk down to places as we once knew long ago

as we walk down to places as we once knew long ago
there are things that you oughta know
as we know the people who drive around here
we better not be scared in the ways they do fear
and ill tell you bud youve gotta hold tight
because otherwise you might not last the night
these people all walk around tend to be lookin for a fight
so if you want to make it through then dont take this light
we've got to walk a mile through this sludge
dont eat to much of that chocolate fudge
youve gotta stay light on those feet to be
completely and utterly undeniably free
as we talk about all the things youlf face
dont try and fall into disgrace
some of these people dwell on shame and such shit
but dont let it get you stuck up dont let it
youve gotta be smart, smart enough to win
and if yuo dont then bud youl ljust start again
we've got to be better than those in the latter
and then you'll be fitter and not anwhere near fatter
yeah dude the latter point was a fun one
but youve gotta try hard to be fun
and if you wanna be smilin at 95
then better act like youre completely alive
there's things we've got to mention if you're OK
like bein a cool dude and not actni completely gay
not in the sense of sex but moreso the sense of class
i mean dont be someone that someone'd call a compelte ass
so go on and be cool and do amazin things
there's a whole world out there that can be changed
but if you dont bother then the day will be done and last
you want the oppertunity to rearrange
youre the mighty one the man with the plan dude
dont can it just plan it accordingly and try not to be rude
there's so may ways to be massive and try to pick just one
at least so you can be good dont fall upon
there's so many failings a man can fall into
so dont be one of those casualties jstu do what youd o
and eventually youll be rewarded for the work at hand
but youve got to make sure that youre gonna be in demand
over time youll find a place where people like you lots
and until that day just continue with your plots
and dont be worried if people dont like you
just keep on workin and just do what you do.

feelin rhymes in my head

feelin rhymes in my head
as i lie down in this white bed
we wonder how the hell we got our heads full of lead
so we write down shit and think deep instead
as i walk down these steets here
oh yes, a new imagine seems to be quite clear
as i look out into the faces of the people strained with fear
they warn me aplenty to not get near
the beaches here are shit thats a fact bub
you dont need to get near to know youll be snubbed
dont rub them the wrong way or youll get mugged
as they walk its just a shoulder to be shrugged
dont walk all around tryin to cause mischief
you know far better than to do that shit
as if youd o then theyll knock you out
so walk around and act like youve got clout
and as we look to the east and watch the water near
we wonder how the hell did we get here
we're in a city thats more shitty than city
yeah next to new york this place is itty bitty
as i type i remember all the fools here
they seem to walk tall without any fear
but dude they seem to be far too near
i dont really like it way out here
i once lived in this town
when i was younger thats when they kept me around
i was a kid in the lost and found
now im grown up i come back around
listening to beats i can acheive
all the things i used never believe
but you can swear to percieve
these words are comin with a heave
as i walk tall with my head held high
i look straight up to the blue sky
and i think real big like a man with a mission
yeah im here today with a history revision
im gonna pull the weeds from my mind
all the people that suck that were sour and unkind
theyre all gone and im startin a new
and we'll start over just me and you
beats in my head keep my mind rollin on
as i think of words to put into this song
and we'll roll out when the sun does set
we'll dream about drivin a corvette.

craig fergusons on tv and we watch gleefully

craig fergusons on tv and we watch gleefully
as the guy cracks his jokes
from scotland so he says
a true british bloke
and thats where i once hailed from
whilst a child for sure
and as he tells his jokes from hell
i sense the british lure
its a reminder of a place i used to enjoy
where i once lived and schooled
and i had all sorts of friend and likes
they really had me fooled
i thought id be staying for quite awhile
instead i moved quite soon
it wasnt all that great you see
being shipped off to the moon
well it might as well have been lunar
as the people i'd met on theother side
were completely strange and unfamiliar
and it wasn't a smooth ride
in fact for years i struggled with it
the lost people and places
moving so many times after
it just wasnt more than running races
and the few friends i made over years
were alike only in misery
as that became my calling card
all pleasure a former history
and so my crowd became quite sour
dysfunction rife and pure
and that led me out of studies and stuff
drugs and dysfunction for sure
death soon befell a friend
and that woke me up
i stopped with the drinking then
and cleaned myself up
got home and started to talk with family
and again began a relation
and we we spoke about many things
they became aware of my situation
so now we're here this tenuous state
where they know me better
and hopefully this will lead to things
great to the letter

mall cop people pushing us around

mall cop people pushing us around
telling us to leave if we dont conform
the rules of the place make it feel like a compound
this guy certainly deviates from norm
apparently its wrong and against policy
to take photographs for personal use
theyre fearing corporate espionage
but thats a far fetched claim of abuse
our photos are for our own enjoyment
and at most the pursuit of art
but instead they're content with sending out the goons
and giving us a head-start
no photography in the mall
this is your final warning
the idiot then walks briskly away
leaving us shocked and snarling
how dare this fool tell us whats what
its our camera after all
we bought it clearly fair and square
there's nothing special about this mall
if i can see it then pictures are fine
thats my own figuring
if its not meant to photographed at all
then make it invisble, considering
otherwise youre a fool to be amazed with a photo
if you can see it youll want to save it
otherwise they'll just keep on going around
bothering people about stupid bits
pictures are for the pleasure of people
is this place designed so well
just so people can catch a glance
what a silly thing seems to have befell
the rules are made for corporate interest
this is meant to be private grounds
they let you in if you comply with rules
never visible in the compound
instead they remind you with their goons
like bouncers to a club
only this place has children mothers and fathers
and bouncers have the wrong rub
so perhaps theyll come to their senses
and malls will be stricken
either change the rules or avoid the stores
rules needing a fresh revision

darkness endures in the basement cold

darkness endures in the basement cold
there's things on the ground and i'm feeling bold
the cops seem to be in our neighborhood
but they're doing far more than they ever really should
pulling you over for driving home
questioning you and making you groan
is this a good use of my own money
trying to pay this guy is rather funny
they dont deserve our payment for this
this isnt what we intended
the police are working a little overactive
and if this continues ill call their superintendant
they should know better than to bother random people
no crime committed so whats the big deal
i dont see why a person cant drive a car
i havent given up that right yet jar
but yet they stare and it seems strange
what gives them flight and gives them wings
the gas in engines paid for by people
and cars ponished clean without any dings
this for what, the bothering of the public?
is this really what they trained themselves for
there's better things they can do with their time
they need to search for something more
perhaps a boring night is just that
law of course only matters after the fact
preventative law is kinda against us
we're all about freedom of all types in the US
so dont try and play the intimidation game
youre not qualified for that kind of raid
so trying to poke and pull us around
is just something that makes you look like a made
take off the frock and put on the uniform
make sure you know what youre doing
dont bother with people who havent done wrong
and then you'll make good measure of who youre screwing
yes understand tickets can be a pain
but they dont solve at all the crime game
especially when the ticket is for people
driving their car home, for real
there's better ways to spend cop dollars
cop cars and hours need to be handled
and if they arent its an immense waste
laws protect but only after youre manhandled.

lots of bands have met my ears

lots of bands have met my ears
and some have stuck through the years
but after i finished my last beer
there wasn't much that seemed clear
sigur ros seems to be quite good
they can on occasion jolt me into a good mood
but other times it seems rather dark
the music slow and dramatic and stark
and same goes for many a band
as they seem good once and yet again bland
i dont know what accounts for my taste
but often time i feel ponderings a waste
instead there's perhaps a mood for the crude
other times you're feeling rather rude
perhaps you'd rather sit and brood
or lean back with shades and be a cool dude
there's many different ways to feel
and each song has its own style
that's the way to test whats real
use your own computer files
discern whats good and whats not worth it
and then go through and immerse with it
that which seems to be better than most
soemthing which you could envisage for giving a toast
music is losing its connection sometimes
as you overlisten you can become blind
like moving pieces of sigur ros history
can instead become background noise blistering
the key to keep these things quite fresh
is to never really get too meshed
there's more to it than fanning hte flame
let the music stand alone and seldom speak its name
thats the only way it can move you often
because of course prostituting anything is wrong
and if you abuse yourself so often
you can't be surprised if you soon hate this song
so instead of trying to follow along close
just let yourself do whatever it is you do most
except mix it up with something quite different
have a taste of this and dont provoke the ghost
then you go through and do your own thing
see what each day and night seems to bring
as you come into contact with a new way to sing
remind yourself dont be like ting tings...

games seem wrong somehow

games seem wrong somehow
the people that play them weird
i dont know why but after the convention
it was worse than i feared
the people there were kindof a scare
and i'd considered them all strange
portly and stout and childish yet 30
there was a wide range
people'd talk of the silliest thing
and make it into their passion
and i'd thought what a waste for these people to retort
without much wit or ration
so i left feeling glum and having wasted my life
playing games for strange deranged people
and i never did play that same game again
whilst for others it continued to be their steeple
pentecostle game-evangelist
preaching their ways to the people
but like some people like to paint the church
this man was just pure evil
why bother wasting your time with a shitty like pursuit
fo items and of stats
are those really all that matters to you
is your likfe really that outa whack
to me its like the challnege was the win
and not really in the gear
but to these people its strange thats not the case
it was worse than i'd feared
the coders though ahve the job
they do all the cool shit
make the world with their keys
i want in on that bit
i'd love to design my own shit
like an artist with a brush
do it the way you feel it needs
the way you feel it must
and then youll have a true expression
a world of your own
something youve tweaked from every angle
bloody wince and groan
but then who'd play your own game
if it was meant for you
perhaps noone but yourself
but then that's all you wanted dude

the car was our home

the car was our home
as we drove along
on the long lonely road
listening to icelandic song
and we sung our own ones
as we had our chances
in the hotel rooms
midnight romances
had a few drinks
and a few swims
water was quite neat
saw cars with cool rims
sex on the balconey
and roomservice ordered
visited familiar faces
fun and depression often bordered
but we saw a great deal
and walked on the beach
collected sea shells
and the water once out of reach
later in florida we dove in
and waded rather deep
that seemed to be anitas goal
but to me i'd rather sleep
none the less i sanded out
and got completely drenched
she was glad and smiling big
me with fists clenched
and now we're here back in the spot
the carpeted floor basement
the trees knocked over still from before
and the stump grows to our amazement
theres men outside nothing new there
working away on something
not sure what theyre working on
but its probably better than nothing
and the new car craze my dads in
seems to be unrelenting
always asking about the minis
and as yet unconvincing
we'll move soon if things go well
bostons shores call us
revere beach had some amazing moments
so i dont see why there's fuss.

1895

1895
is when my grandfather was born
long ago for sure
and his sons and daughters surely timeworn
my mother doesnt look it
but its a strange connection indeed
over one hundred years a span
a family stretching beyond belief
and i am the third in the family
the generation of here
they were teh first to come to the country
in my childhood years
i am told of his sotries as a worker
his parents died whilst young
and he as a child had to work
for food certainly not fun
medals were awarded and he worked with companies
that were critical to indias success
tata iron and steel was the place
where he was known for being the best
he never didi go to school for he
was called to work right away
and then of course he'd go to work
and never miss a day
i never met my grandfather
he's meant to have died when i was young
perhaps before i dont really know
but thats certainly a sad song to be sung
none the less i know of him now
and he seems like a cool guy
and as far as this aging thing seems to go
we all seem to be yong for life
at least in the mind if you dont resign
yoruself to the idea youre going to be dead
instead let yourself do all sorts of things
all those ideas in your head
aftere all this is the point of having a life
considered well lived
and so you go forth and do what you can
to make your happiness bid
and perhaps focus upon what you like
and do what you know
keep yourself working hard
and your joy will surely grow

brother sister mom n dad

brother sister mom n dad
and sammy come to town
they seem to act raving mad
and certainly brought me down
it doenst make sense how they acted then
you should be more welcoming
i get you might be kinda sad
but that nitpicking isnt helping
stop with the arguing and have some manners
it tends to help things
youre english for godsakes where'd it all go
you know what bad blood brings
instead of just making a scene
why not make it better
smile a bit and get to know me
and you'll know me to the letter
i after all drive sixteen hours
just to see you all
and now im here youre making it seem
i'd basically wrested on false default
it was a fucking idiots decision to come
and i was no saint ill admit
but you cant just come and sling your shit
i've swallowed forteen years of grit
you have the good life and dont even know it
thinking america is just like any other
get to know my hell if you dare
then perhaps you can be my brother
we were after all raised to be family
but you dont seem to enjoy that
at least you scolded me like perhaps a nanny
but otherwise the rest fell flat
we drove so long and got dissed like that
but still we played for you
shouldnt that give you a bloody clear sign
we're not just american fools
i came because i remember you all
from my childhood long ago
and hopefully you remember as well good friends
else we've got a connection no more
so decide if you must what you think of me
i know quite clear where i stand
if you want me to leave then just let me know
i dont need an adult to take my hand.

the kirby kid has run away

the kirby kid has run away
he drove far in his car
we paid his gas he went on his way
and drove away real far
he wanted us to follow him
a tall order indeed
we had a drive ahead of us
and this one was without need
instead of stopping and chatting a bit
he just blew up on the phone
naming names and hurting feelings
the guys got a heart of chrome
he mentioned burial in our talkings
a guy he seems to respect
but its silly how he seems to act these days
ultimately sheer direspect
it doesnt make sense to act like that
just drive away like a pansy
if youc alled us up and we visit on birthdays
you should do more than act like a nancy
his mother was worried and i talked her straight
he just needs to commit to a camera
but apparently the video isnt what he wants
he wants a point and shoot panorama
it doesnt make sense he majored in film
but then he's never made much sense
the dude might be brilliant and smart at times
but on the whole he's just plain dense
you can't believe you'll make it far
taking shitty little shots
where the fuck'll that get you to
you'll just be one of hte have nots
so the kid who was once a guy i ate meals with
is now not more than a creep
after all he stood by while the ambulence carted me
giving me months of nightmared sleep
there was no need for the pickup
he knew this in his head
but he let it happen anyway
with his heart of led
the cowardly lion strikes again
then afterwards wants to be friends
but of course i swear never again
the dudes habits are evidently plain

the teacher has sought me out

the teacher has sought me out
and i dnt know if its good
he seemed like a strange guy
one who knew more than he should
but the guy before was a better one
havnig us write quite a bit
all those poems in the packet
containing adolescent wit
they seemed to be what i prized
and somehting i enjoyed
i dont know why that was the cause
but it was a concept with which i toyed
and here i am before the desk
half one if you must
the keys are pressed in proper order
and wafting a brownie musk
the fan does blow a gentle roar
and cold is my back
perhaps not good for my health
prompting a sneeze attack
but the place is a mess with things all about
wrappers near my feet
and the clothes are washed or so she says
perhaps soon atlantic waters we'll meet
the concern is the college we havent yet found
we dont know if there's any
but we'll go over there and look through the five
and see if they're worth the penny
so i'll find an apartment and live over there
and come up with a new plan
there'll be icelandic and england flights
and perhaps i'll be boston's man
we might do well in the music scene
if they like our sort of stuff
i dont know really what they're about
but rumor has it they're kinda rough
punks not my style though it was once hers
but she doesn't really follow it much
back in the day she was one of the punk show chicks
but of course we're basement-ed and such
so now we're packing at least in our minds
figuring out the next step
as i trace out my memories of life's past fuckups
i sit up and do mental reps.

past becomes present

past becomes present
as people visit us
and its strange but neat
that we're considering the bus
teh costs are cheap
and she's championed that
why does it matter
as a matter of fact
ive got eight years
of funds so they say
so why am i spending
every living day
fretting about cost
when cost doesnt matter
dont bother me
with your routine, mad hatter
just step back and leave me
ill do my own thing
im tired of these reigns
though they do make you sing
you throw so much at me
and maybe its beyond you
to be able to change fully
maybe im the true fool
we dont allow ourselves
to really get involved
instead its all cursory
perhaps problem solved
the car was a mess
and its because youre rather dense
you never clean it up
and throw every possible defence
and all the arguments
are terrible to stomache
you just sit there and fight
like a bloody lummoch
and im here in the meantime
trying to do my thing
but its hard to do all that
with the way that you sing
causing all the ringing
and probably permanent damage
but don't you worry
i'll probably be able to manage.

is she a good thing

is she a good thing
i dont really know
maybe she's causing
my numbers to be low
she says she stops songs
and i dont really see it
but maybe she does
when she throws fits
is this good for me
am i lagging behind
and what is she getting
from being unkind
is this really the case
am i really her bitch
i kinda fought that
would this make me a snitch
all things worth discussing
and writing about
hold some importance
despite causing right routes
but we must press on
into oblivion
and keep the songs sun
and the deeds done
as we keep our minds able
of writing solid fables
we cant think
in the grip of those who dont blink
fear is an enemy
that few seem to know
at least over here
in the midwestern glow
you are left to do nothing
and sit around with control
this seems to be their
primary role
limit the mind
be quite unkind
and if anyone dares
just call them witless and blind
is this me now
am i now chained
will i be ruined
and perhaps arraigned?

the press works on

the press works on
as the words press on
and i keep the meaning
as i keep thoughts streaming
and the sound of clicks
and midwestern hics
hiccuping to their beers
and their bars of fears
the malls are private
news to me
cant do certain things
like photography
they'll threaten you with goons
and bother you plenty
kinda strange
makes you feel kinda empty
but these controls
seem to hold you back
and im not sure
but im taking up the slack
is this conservative manipulation
trying to misconstrue the translation
keeping me admist
a bevy of lips kissed
i should know better
but blinded by blunder
im stuck asunder
while she commits murder
execute the mind
quite unkind
but the shame is potent
rotten to the rind
people control
and don't allow
much freedom to think
they'd rather have a cow
and instead of frolicing
im left in a cage
and i can't help but think
this all but nurtures my rage
now the anger is clear
but i need it understood
that while she's near
it's never good

nothing worth doing

nothing worth doing
should be taken lightly
the dude said work
and i guess i'll get to it sprightly
we're in this basement
a common placement
perhaps a peculiar arrangement
one forged on former estrangement
the family is tenuous
but together for now
and the aunt and uncle
seemed to have a cow
one called me down
the other called me a fighter
perhaps those may be
but there's more to this writer
get to know me
if you dare
you'll learn a bit
if you care
and then we'll see
what you're made of
was that absense
properly explained, gov?
the kid we left
kinda weird
paid for gas
left as we feared
moaned on the phone
and mimiced my girl
makes me angry
as the sails unfurl
what a fool
and a stranger
tries to call me friend
but he's more like danger
stay far away
and never call again
that seems to be
my own personal omen
no more of that
dysfunction retreat
boston calls
and so we drive east

catching up on the counter

catching up on the counter
things are in disorder
the number is lower
with the writing being slower
i dont know whats up
but we just went on a trip
spent about a month
going back and forth in a sip
the water tastey and nuggets greased
not much to be said for conditioning
teh cool airs gone but we're better off now
with the sun out skin glistening
we walked the beaches
and met the friends
some of them weird
and the trip sure had its bends
but we won some over
and got rid of others
the one who were bothers
living with mothers
the other was better
with mom dad sis and bro
came over here
for the florida beach glow
and we met 'em down there
in disney's corner
walkin the sands
took 'em out to the bar as it were
open micc'ed and got their attention
opened their minds and eyes
they seemed to be happier over there
no longer wearing the disguise
but the disingenuous nature
of their family caper
seemed to drive me
kinda into vapor
i was barely there
kinda square
but managed to pull
out a pear
and the top hat magicked
as they stood back and panicked
this was the trip
they thought they'd rather skip

dude says get over it

dude says get over it
but im thinkin why the fuck should i
this is after all
the legacy of my life
she's like why you wanna go
back over to that fuckin place
i guess she does't understand
my kinda headspace
porblem is people dont get where im comin from
its not a pretty place
got taken far away
from my familiar space
dumped in a foreign land
with a note in my hand
walkin into class
no longer in demand
kids'd laugh if i walked down halls
swearin i looked funny
i can't control what my folks make me wear
that shit could make your tears runnie
and the chick'd play jokes
and grab my leg
but they'd never be around
for dates even when begged
the one that said yes
she was kindof strange
but she was brown skin
she was in my range
we held hands
talked a bit
she said i had hairy legs
and that was the end of that shit
back home it was so different
the kids with the uniform
we played our sports with pride
and people wouldn't even realize they'd comformed...
we had pride and history
the ground was ancient stone
hundreds of years of students
made you feel meaning in your bones
fourteen years and people forget
no home there any longer
just a burning desire to get out east
on the cobblestone streets we'll wander

nanak was a freethinker

nanak was a freethinker
made up his own mind
came from one background
created something of a new kind
preached his word to people
traveled 'round the country
met all sorts of people
offered random sundries
people thought to follow him
made him into their leader
followed him wherever he went
he was their thought feeder
they turned the teachings into religion
no longer was it the thought of one man
but a movement of men who thought it good
each doing the best that they can
but the fallicy of religion
is in its organization
you can't expect revelation
when all you're doing is imitation
nanak had it right
when he thoguht for himself
making the right decision
not to be like everybody else
we can learn from that
the example he's given us
live well and strong
and on semantics don't make a fuss
it's the big picture that matters
otherwise you're mired with detail
that which keeps you fromseeing the true workings
and you will be derailed
hair is not important
while a trapping of the culture
was not a thought of the man
the concept originator
and children should be not raised
to learn of the dogma
deep spiritual thought processes
robbing childhood gives bad karma
and in the end we're what we want
not what we came from
that thought is what distinguishes us
from the animal kingdom

as the career hangs in the balance

as the career hangs in the balance
and the band takes the stage
i stand back in my basement
and start to feel my age
my uncle says life is short
you can't dare turn back time
says it like i dont know
its been written into rhyme
aunt comes down after many years
and sees her dear sister
been awhile since she's been around
i could probably admit i missed her
and my sisters around yelling at folk
then goes straight to bed
heart certainly cold as ice
snoring as soon as she's fed
my dad holds it all together with skill
even got late for work
but he drove down to cincy none the less
never a visible jerk
mom was glad her familys around
a rare treat for her
she moved away from chicago's comfort
now living in the sticks as it were
and anita taking many photographs
capturing every face
she's gotten quite good with the point and click
does it with style and grace
we saw the museum where the aircraft are kept
and stood next to world war two fighters
the sights were immense and the scale amazing
in the end food for this writer
a brownie sits next to my arm
and tastes rather stale
but the sweet taste is a welcome one
although if compared this taste pales
and cookies on the desk bought days ago
with rasberry sauce all over
taste real sweet perhaps too much so
but anitas found a dough and sugar lover
the lightning strike brought an end to the tree
as it lay flat on the ground
men came with axes and took it away
no more leaves to make wind sound

band we saws doing well

band we saws doing well
kinda makes us feel like we smell
arent we good enough to book a show?
sometmies i just dont know
my uncles in town today
has stories from his old age
wrote a book of poems you see
and he loves when you listen when he speaks
my dad would sit back and clear his throat
sixty years old but acts like a kid
in indian style youve gotta respect your elders
and i guess this was his respect attempt bid
moms glad to see her brother
been awhile since theyve been together
for her its nary a bother
lifelong bond they'll share forever
sister shuffles about upstairs
you can hear the noise with the bangs
shuffles and scuffles we scantly hear of
its been awhile since its been me whom she rang
anitas here typing away
we'll have an argument and settle it by key
she's sad she can't play like i do
i write the songs though i don't mean to be mean
my loop setups all arranged
got a corner in the room
it pumps some life into this place
shines a light through the gloom
bostons been a beacon to us
might be a future home
but we'll have to drive
and that'll certainly make me groan
she's got no passport yet
we can't go to the uk without it
the big cities hand those out
tough to get it out her without a fit
glad to find an icecream thats nice
purple and orange are my type
she's alright with the red
whichs fine its the one i dont like
sammy seemed to like skype
its just not my thing really
being out in the states
i guess im just settling into being a yankee

here we go we drive our car far

here we go we drive our car far
no one knows where we'll end up now
when we drive we'll smile a big smile
sun will set we drive our car miles

visiting the kid

visiting the kid
a friendship bid
his birthdays near
fucked up kid
we're down the roa
down south some more
atlata georgia
the ATL's sore
a black town
kinda cool for that fact
got cultural shock
as you walk round clinging to tact
cops all over
two on this street
one down there
a horrible treat
the highway near
raining down
heavy showers
pattering sound
we've got a drive
not much longer
then we're home
a month younger
air conditioner
hum in my head
with my girlfriend
lying in bed
laptop patter
and keyboard stutter
the guitar strings broken
i dont know any other
the kids my past
we shared meals
i guess thats part
of the deal
we've got the times
in our heads
and its birthday time
im no longer led
we cut the circle
its just me and her
no longer fools
you know the word

potters on

potters on
she got a talk with her dad
called her mom
made her seem mad
drove in the car
down the road
found this place
shoddy abode
bugs in the face
fan in the air
sticky floor
over there
food down the street
hard to be healthy
so much meat
eight years left on wealthy
my words do flow
my girl does sing
my dad does call
what will tomorrow bring
perhaps england
if things go well
might take a flight
this american hell
im not real sure
what i want
but my past
has taught me alot
ive learned about shit
that wasnt very good
all sorts of crap
learned from the hood
now im old
enough to stand
enough to drive
to fly and land
and perhaps ill take flight
to foreign lands
to see new things
attend to global demands
but meanwhile this hotel
houses my body
with flying bugs
and bed not too shoddy