It’s just a page in tha storybook/ back in tha laboratory/ look/ s’a cat tryna bask in tha glory/ They smile wide/ tip they hat and ignore me/ Turn round n try to floor me/ Im a angry dude/ come take a tour b/ It’s the solitude/ black room/ No light/ Attitude like/ Nuttin to lose, who wan pick a fight/ Wut tha fucks life?/ I’ll walk out wit a grin on my face bruises and two black eyes/ Don’t you tell me bout this word:/ Try/ I done it/ Fuck it/ It aint dun/ nuttin but made me cry/ Yo why they put me hea/ Just to get by?/ Cuz at tha enda tha day all I really wan do’s get high/ maybe drunk again/ Keep the body sunken in/ the city near tha Bunka Whea they wit me and Im lovin every one of em/ But shades shut/ doors close/ tha nomad walks/ He talks to his shadow and tha nomad walks…/ He walks past it all/ Sees it/ hear them yellin help from full nelsons/ need it/ Fall/ winter/ spring/ SomerCity breathin/ real deep in/ every evening/ Relievin/He walks even even wen on the see saw/ but neva seen the/ reason why he cant stop bleedin/ so He leave a trail, strait steamin’/ swimming upstream and We leave him on the stage in his own scene and…/ Deem him/ just anotha poet, wit a soliloquy/ sittin on the edge a tha building thinking bout how will it be?/ Thinkin how is real is he?/ he?/ How real is me?/ Touch his hand to his face/ He thought he safe frum tha space that he couldn’t get outta/ crumbled everythin he loved into powda/ Doesn’t care to see the sun thru tha cloud/ Now he walk alone/ Searchin whea the heart is but whea tha fucks home?/ He neva sleep/ neva eat/ done walked every street/ Hailstorms/ tales/ scorn/ children of the corn beautiful days and heavy heat/ Im tryna find him/ whereva he be/ He might tell some things I find good for my dignity/ He might tell me to sing for him/ or to sing for me/ sing to you or drive to the hole and pull tha string thru/ I jus want em to tell me it ain’t that painful when the wings break and to the ground fall the angel…Things Break…He walks past it all/ Sees it/ hear them yellin help from full nelsons/ need it/ Fall/ winter/ spring/ SomerCity breathin/ real deep in/ every evening/ Relievin/He walks even even wen on the see saw/ but neva seen the/ reason why he cant stop bleedin/ so He leave a trail, strait steamin’/ swimming upstream and We leave him on the stage in his own scene and…/ He been/ walkin for years/ the nomad has/ Real sad/ But always kept an eye on the path/ Dint hug the corners tight cuz He know that math/ Loved the cold wind cept wen it’d blow that fast/ Watched the sun come up/ and he hopes that last/ One day it’s all gon fall / get broke like glass/ it reminds him of a home/ and tha snow white mat/ tryna backtrack/ perhaps Rousseau in tha backpack/ you seen it but he vast past that/ Once a Forecast/ in the thick/ now he show it his back/ Don’t stop walken till he stumbles/ And when he stumbles/ Gets back up and walks till he stumbles/ mumble to his shadow he’s glad though/ it feel mad dope to know that you do’n exact wut you have to/ And how to actually contrast the bad route from the one he put the task to/ And he could ask you… Do you walks past it all/ See it/ hear them yellin help from full nelsons/ need it/ Fall/ winter/ spring/ Somer/ City breathin/ real deep in/ every evening/ Relievin/ You walk even even when u on the see saw/ but neva seen the/ reason why you cant stop bleedin/ so you leave a trail, strait steamin’/ swimming upstream and We leave you on the stage in your own scene and…