My Room (2001)

my room is my ghetto

it is where i cut my dust

light my trees

befriend Alice in small places,

have big dreams

inside this spinning box

i cry to scream

 

my room is my ghetto

summer days filled with music

eager right hand and clever left finger

recalls the dark of bathhouses

once / a lost year

saw two towers tumble

bathed in a billion tears

 

my room is my hood

picked at the pipes

popped chesire pills

to forget this damnable year

bad news bare

winter's in my blood

burning glass so unawares

 

my room is my ghetto

this is where i hurt myself

where i find atomic pleasures

recall younger flesh

could do no wrong

learned acosted lessons

had done it all wrong

so...

tie my shoes, pack a lunch

time to leave the ghetto

how a cheetah runs

on horizon, becomes

the sun...

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[Kat Williams]

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