spent

plays blame on the train

we came in threw the back whores

it felt like the eighties again...well I mean from what i've heard.

I scored a point for sanity,

I killed our "leaders"

not literaly...just with words and sit ins.

unbecoming to the mainstream,we dug our teeth into their grins

ripping their lips off in hopes of becoming future history book revolutionaries.

stop being hippies

or labeling yourself as gutta.

stop immitating past writers,actors and musical scores.

evolve and create from the soul,from both sides of the brain

lost in your own little world

while respecting the one you inhabit in this physical form.

third eye vision on this non-objective portrait of karma

we huddle inside to stay warm.

I draw up this picture and staple it to the wall

i paint over it in knowing itll be lostdown the road

that some one will find it and write a similar note

on the back of a peice of paper,with a scribbled picture

of another ones lover on the front.

my mistress,however

just seems to be hope.

circle takes the square