sometimes it feels like I'm kicking up dust in the sand dune of my mind thoughts rolling like tumbleweeds in backwood wilderness in the midst inhospitable time in the background of life ain't no playground the street ain't no sandbox it ain't no walk in the park the journey ain't been no easy rout it's so much space it's room for doubt hassles hurdles setback dilemmas twisers riddles puzzles to figure out "who done it" with out a clue "it's not a prank" no one's playing out on the rage off the grid "don't blame me" look what the devil did used to be nonviolent now armed and dangerous sky's strange it don't rain the same world done up and change "it is written" up in flames do not worship idol things I pen thought I don't sing make beats I don't bang one man army needs no gang a swiss army knife tool for everything wiped nose clean nostrils street code solo no no RICO from the people looking through the peephole shut the backdoor keep the secret underneath the floorboard molasses in the cupboard it covert found out a cohort had a cold heart loyalty ain't worth squat partial to the sound of things being ripped apart true intentions is shroud in art