if the train leaves the station
I'm not on it call ahead tell 'em
I'm not coming it's been a change
of plan It's out of my hands
please understand if the plain
lands and I'm not on flight
don't worry coz, I'm alright
tired & sick of losing sh!t
need a sharp knife to cut
the grief still no more tears
like baby shampoo have
to do it like no one can
the way only I can do
doing it my way like Frank
used to say back in the day
may he rest in peace to
say the least take what's
in my thoughts & my heart
write it down and it turns to
art many waters to cross
so they part for my ancestors
to come across and impart
their wisdom unto me
like old time religion
calling me back to my
roots and past heavy on me
like a body cast keeping me
grounded yet light on my feet
levelheaded twisted up
dreaded underneath and faded on the sides
a fitted cap bib turned to the back in case thunder
clap and the empire strikes back