Texty:
Still Time Stream Of Consciousness

We were born of a different world Where men go riches to rags Use their hands to make something new Or hold them high with white flags Watch the light

each other for warmth As we fall through the sky And I fell in love for the first and the last time I fell in love for the first and the last time And

make The news for an hour or two The light in the tunnel Will be here tomorrow But dims as we borrow Time to make a change Now it?s time to make a change

It?s just these stars and the moon above The only things I?ve been thinking of In 20 years I have rarely seen My Mother Earth She?s been calling out

wire I am the ember and you are my fire Too many trips down memory lane I'm not sure what is keeping me sane Hours racing, my mind's on escaping And time

Mother sits down and she says to me ?Son, When everyone?s waiting, nothing gets done, There?s a time for the beers and the big screen TV, But I don?t

down up in the ja'causezi Guinea Love is no dimwitted floozy Got discriminated kids, I can't afford to be choosy Ya see my rhymes will flow just like a stream of consciousness

yesterday Graveyard shifts to sleepless nights Comatose but I'm still kickin' Hungry headed data pig God's remorse the paces quicken Fundamental decadence Simplified the masses wonder Faulty streams of consciousness

of a child And a smile so innocent and a heart so militant Brain's got an ill intent, so be intense Some friends at the margin Making summer streams harden