I ain't feeling it
you see
I ain't feeling it
walking around
with this chip
deep on my shoulder
I ain't feeling it
fill it in
take it off
don't leave me
hanging around with
the garbage your flinging
at the back of my head
I ain't feeling it
there's a mirror hanging
maybe, take a glance
is it your face your seeing?
There's a ghost
in your shadow casting
red filled glares
but I ain't feelin it
you are wasting your
efforts,your energies
are running away
from that bunny with his drum
It's not everlasting
Im headed for higher ground
to build my house
On a rock solid
not your sinking sand.
Better to feel it than go numb.
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-Dean
Thanks Dean. It was not feeling it type of day so a to not throw up on the hypocracy that they have going on.
ReplyDeletenice ... building our house on a rock solid is the way to go
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem, it sound like a rap. Don't you ever give in to Satan's voice, but keep standing on the rock that will never fail you:) xoxo
ReplyDeleteToyin I have been listening to a lot of Lupe Fiasco. Maybe that is why. So I'take that as a great compliment
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