house and home

Nov 26, 2006 16:45

Not every house is a home
Some more like a tomb
And less like a womb
Depends on, to whom it belongs
Not every tune is a song
Some seem like a bomb
Waiting to find its Vietnam
Life destroyers these lawyers
Find layers of truth that just don’t exist
But here they are on this list
In no years your sentence is ten years
In the prison you have tenur
And your lost forever
But we found found the note
You lost the vote
your rhyme was a poem
but it took a poet to say it
and nobody knows it
but your words were prophetic
a steep rise
a long fall
and then nothing at all
light tonight with a blow torch
and a front porch
a whole home
burn it down
then wet the ground
without a sound
the fire consumes my soul
find the brick wall
the one that wont fall
reduce it to rubble
it caused to much trouble
don’t go around
walk right thru
we’ll follow you
blind and dumb
deaf and dead fill my head with rum
im yours to command
give me an order as I stand
just as a planed
your mine in the end
I twist your words
That nobody heard
And make them mine
You cant kill what you cant define
And this time is a sign
Of a past whose trashed
And a future whose worse
These drugs get stronger
The longer your under
The influence
Jump the fence to find a way out
To the inside of my mind
And shout
I wont mind
All my thoughts have been mined
And my head is empty
So tempt me
I’ll jump for nothing but the fall
Into nothing at all
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