All the gallaxies where u belong crushed because of this small bullet Now u cannot go thru it All the raincoats don't make sence at all in this storm So let yourself get wet and let your tears merge the downpour
On & on & over But in the morning it starts again Getting harder to stop this blur growing It sneaks up to you Swallows your colours All of your red&golden messed blu Like an old bluberry stain
Riding on a pony won't take u far Running in a wrong direction And fighting with your own reflection useless Let your bruises heal thru this
U'r like a cat creepled under truck wheeles Clawling home still thinking freedom is in love and creedance
All the sheets still keep this heavenly scent of her skin Pillow keeps her dreams But she's not here since last week
When the white people answered emergency call And two days later black people pray to Maker asking why And He just smiled: sorry guys U know