The stare
Erasing all doubt
Is what a poets about
Throwing my thoughts
Stepping on my dreams
And all these things dont matter
Because I am as paranoid as can be
Yes cant you see cant you hear
Its impossible for me to be free
Everyday its called off
Every night its put back on
Flickering like a glistening star
But how far do I have to suffer
It wont ever stop
The evil drop of the hat has begun
The rumors and recognition are here
The infamous jew
The threats on the street
The rumors in the heat
The lovers retreat
Have come before thy words are heard
Where is my crew
Where do they hide
Should I look in an attic
What am I to do
Who am I to speak
When do I die
How will it be
Taking measures to insure my safety
But I wont be a soul to flee
Turning my back on the past
Feeling the chill behind me
Concentrating on what needs to be done
And for the first time
Im not going to run
Where will I go
Who will I see
So much to do
In lifes eternity
Ill stand my ground
Till my enemies are proud of me
Ill take over the block
Naming it fill my belly ya
Im already a walking dead man
So how can a life recover from that
Ill die a dream and ill live a nightmare
Im so lonely with six billion people who stare
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
Erasing all doubt
Is what a poets about
Throwing my thoughts
Stepping on my dreams
And all these things dont matter
Because I am as paranoid as can be
Yes cant you see cant you hear
Its impossible for me to be free
Everyday its called off
Every night its put back on
Flickering like a glistening star
But how far do I have to suffer
It wont ever stop
The evil drop of the hat has begun
The rumors and recognition are here
The infamous jew
The threats on the street
The rumors in the heat
The lovers retreat
Have come before thy words are heard
Where is my crew
Where do they hide
Should I look in an attic
What am I to do
Who am I to speak
When do I die
How will it be
Taking measures to insure my safety
But I wont be a soul to flee
Turning my back on the past
Feeling the chill behind me
Concentrating on what needs to be done
And for the first time
Im not going to run
Where will I go
Who will I see
So much to do
In lifes eternity
Ill stand my ground
Till my enemies are proud of me
Ill take over the block
Naming it fill my belly ya
Im already a walking dead man
So how can a life recover from that
Ill die a dream and ill live a nightmare
Im so lonely with six billion people who stare
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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