In the pit it is deep,to deep to be underneath.
I wonder if I should lay down and get some sleep.
Hoping to be awaken by the smells of grits and coffee, cleaning myself up knocking the bugs off me; getting the dirt off my shoulder praying to the true jahovah.
Though I crash, the lights is off and the nights on,but the game is not over.
You ask me why? I ask you why do you wonder why? Though I cannot tell you. If I did It might be a lie.
My cry is silent, my roar is loud. What does it take to move a crowd?
Will it take for us to be lost then found.
I shed blood from sacrifice. In it I will not drown. I look into the eyes of people who wants to see down or smile.
Truthfully it is for a while. Follow a current it always leads somewhere. Just like the things you do in this world.
Eihter rocks or pearls, cursings or blessings,truth or lies.
Whatever floats your boat, hurt comes with try. Music is a beatiful sound
which floats around in every town. Capturing minds of every kind,music you can rewind,life you cannot, you can in memory. otherwise you are declined. Inside me are flames raging on, ones that I hope to be contained by the rains of God. Between evens and odds, negative and positive, there can be only one with timeless thoughts on my hands.