got my mouth a mic about to speak
I might cuss so please forgive my speech
like The Prophet Jeremiah
I can't seem to hold my peace
I can't lie I don't cry so I weep
on stacks of loose leaf until I'm sleep
upon my bed tucked in the sheets
deep in a dream floating upstream
catching fish by the tail
filling up pails like splinters
pulling out nails I've been impaled
on track then derailed I fell
woke to break the fall
like glass when it falls
I shatters through it all
get it started before it stalls
turn the engine keep it lit