pressance

when its scary

my last thought is im not

going to be here

and i guess i have to wait to see

cus ive had it close

too close like a zebra in the swampy african waters

ya i know...crocodile teeth hurt

what is it

u do when the last number is called?

its like oh man did i hear that right

i guess its an accident at first

and  i walk away

numb from the experience

then its thank god

and i remember my life

guess ive been wrong

its a lil bit

u know a lil bit

weird to live

when u think u should have died

guess i remember

when i was a lil bit

and they said u know biggie

and

oh i hate to admit

but what u know

cus i got nuthing. 

just a lil s**t

about nuthin much

like color of the sky

n jesus in the eye

but i made it clear

then that i wouldnt

ever be so unprepared

and i look around and realize

i just walked away with my life

and i know i want to be prepared for it

i just won the lotto

worthless unpredictable

positive force

its a great n centered pull

spun from some slow mow

pressurized gravity

echos r just that

a captured voice

screaming in at the dark and

the regurgitated fear

it comes back

at u

i run in the shadows

ducked down like a rat in the alley

and i know i had the curse

of being one of the real

i cant fake out

cant talk some s**t

cant turn n scatter

fierce with glowing fangs i face the heat

spit coming from my mouth

like chemicals that burn

out the trashiest lies

make me a  crazy

red beady eyed

i know i got to stand tuff

and do what they respect of a man

these angry hurts curse us 

though they dont make us

they keep us from showing

and accepting love

from the free world

have it no other way

at least i learned about something

called capitalism

a devil spawning the anit christ

and that means a second coming

where a prince will not die

but become king

damn i met him

he lived uptown

i know its at the soul of us

however i do not believe i know u

and what u felt when it was the worse

i got tuff and sucked the breath in

i know i can say this

i know i can call u dirty to ur face

and i bet urll want to kill me

but i guess it  ok

i already had death

come to this door and

he must have painted mine

black to red like

burnt wood

even itll glow til its out

owl did u hear that

did i just think out loud

i am crouched down

ready to bite ur head off

or ready to slink back from the heat

i got composure

i know i have to eat or be torn by scavengers

owls r a worry

the hoot warning gots

me on the move

but i got love for these streets

i know where stereos play

and i can walk with a less silent beat

i know where stories r told

so i can i tell the truth without u thinking its truth

he marked my eyes with an x

and i know i got nothing left

but this curse

of being a whoa man

in a mans world