H/T Henny Hermes song: Used To It


I heard Henny's song about relapse
and the hard times that come with that fall
but most of all...
I heard the Lost Boyz Anthem, the Whistle of the Orphan Trains...
next stop the army yea
and if U don't act quick...you'll be enlisted
and every day it'll rain
yea...are U ready for those rains?
cause ur name is now a prayer I whisper
cause baby...we all know how hard it is
to hold that finger above the trigger
as we offer up our brains...
O yea
are U ready for the rains
and I know U wanna be that fool
still think ur that kid from school
truth is...
U got a baby, that ain't no maybe
gotta get real cause sober is a tool
after the fall...never made U promise it all
yea
I heard the Lost Boyz Anthem, the Whistle of the Orphan Trains...
next stop the army yea
and if U don't act quick...you'll be enlisted
and every day it'll rain
yea...are U ready for those rains?

A Prayer I Whisper To Hennys Song

*told as an understanding of the complexities of expectation and need esp re men

Long time ago...when the world traveled slow...
a boy put a man's clothes on
cause war took his daddy
and his uncles in his family
leaving the women in woe...
O yea...so, now he grows old
but his daughters bleed gold
...for his pain
and he survived the famines and
the slaughters...and now the
honor of guilt lays heavy upon
his daughters...who shower him
in the love of a monsoon rain
yea
and that boy took the man's clothes off
...again
so he can smile in the sunshine
and sleep where it's sane
cause life has become a melody
like the tapping of a monsoon rain
O yea
monsoon rain

A Monsoon Rain

Madness got the cows tipping over
kickin' it in the field
but the moon ain't full...and it ain't even night
can U tell me sir, how can that be right?
people actin strange like a rooster
round his dead hens...
a madness leads to a sadness...gets expressed as rage...thru a death lens
yea
baby jane's on the ladder
her foot upon a rung...
but baby never made it
cause her bell got rung and she's un-done
O   
Madness got the cows tipping over
kickin' it in the field
but the moon ain't full...and it ain't even night
can U tell me sir, how can that be right?
governor got a phone call
now he's all fight, fight, fight-fight, fight
...ain't that right?
cause...Madness got the cows tipping over
kickin' it in the field
but the moon ain't full...and it ain't even night
can U tell me sir, how can that be right?

A Death Lens

I didn't leave because I didn't love U
and I won't return even tho I do
cause lately babe,...
I've become uncertain
if its me or if its U
and my understanding has retired
the limits of my wounds
for I have outgrown the needs and wants
of fools...
and I know U feel blindsided abandoned
and confused...but babe
these are the soul rules
yea
cause if the basket that I carry grows bigger
day by day...
and ur arms remain unburdened, 
while U fck around and play
then my worth has gone unnoticed
and I must go away...yea
I didn't leave because I didn't love U
and I won't return even tho I do
cause lately babe,...
I've become uncertain
if its me or if its U

The Soul Rules

If U had spent even the smallest amount
of time...showing me a kindness...
I might have something to remember U by
...instead of moral blindness
O oooh yea
and the many moments like dusty books
on untouched shelves
set ablaze in ur neo cos-hell
my my look at the time...
gonna pull a cat stevens
but reversed for sub prime...
cause lil boy blue met a klown
in the man-on-the-moon
and that b*tch ran away with the spoon
but my boy...
I will never switch back to a narc attack
or be a target...for one...
so go on...sing the blues...
so U can feel U
get U back to the clearance rack
(boo hoo) yea
and...If U had spent even the smallest amount
of time...showing me a kindness...
I might have something to remember U by
...instead of moral blindness

Neo Cos-Hell

I didn't read the signs in U
ignored them like a teenage curfew
and when U pushed on me...
I believed...in ur clarity in the coherence
of ur steam...and like a tea pot whistle
the pressure grew and grew
but still I ignored them like a curfew
but now I'm in the lowlands
...feeling blue, lost the sense of who I am
cause all the while I worked at ur boyfriend
scam...got me harried
...and we got married
I spiraled down into the ground
where I could not continue on
I wasn't carried
left to wither
drugged to hither
takin my sanity away
and my god...to U I prayed...please lord...
find me worthy today
...to be saved...cause
I didn't read the signs in U
ignored them like a teenage curfew
and when U pushed on me...
I believed...yea babe
I believed

Baby I Believed

Sometimes I wonder if the hours and the minutes
and the days and the years were to fall away...
could I go back to that day?
when U were still alive...
...a moment where I might arrive
to say how much I liked U...
how much we'll miss U...
when Ur gone
...it all felt so wrong, and I miss U
just sometimes wishing U were real
a missed moment , my friend
just a boy named thiel...
didn't seem real...
nobody told me when U left
time was a fool that no one kept
and I discovered ur pain (self-inflicted)
cause U lived against the grain
and I think of U...so wide open and 
truly gifted...yea and
sometimes I wonder if the hours and the minutes
and the days and the years were to fall away...
could I go back to that day?
when U were still alive...

Back To That Day

When I went low...I could not stay
tried to see the future but the picture
starts to fade
and I sat upon the blue note
grew fat and unafraid
twisted on a knot where I got played
and it blew low
a note so slow...it dragged me
feet of clay
and had I not remembered the wings
unfurled at dawn, stretched and strong
and dried now...the cure before the calm
rose hues that fall upon the blue pall
and a sad note
sadder still...and all, yea cause
when I went low...I could not stay
tried to see the future but the picture
starts to fade
and I sat upon the blue note
grew fat and unafraid
twisted on a knot where I got played

The Cure

In the distance...I hear the drum calling
cause...there's dozers in the woodline
and they're ballin'
hold on
wait a minute
can U hear the screaming?
smoke thick enough to choke on
while bankers keep on scheming
yea
if I were jumanji...I'd send the spiders in
to block and chop and take heads off
...an obvious sin
and over here in the cradle...there's an old man label
cuttin off the flow...says he's so tired
...of this show...yea
but if I were jumanji...I could murder U
with crows...and if U keep on takin a stand
its gonna come to blows...yea cause
in the distance...I hear the drum calling
cause...there's dozers in the woodline
and they're ballin'
yea
and as jumanji...I'd take it on the chin
cause what's goin on...
is an obvious sin

An Obvious Sin

They always talkin bout blood is thicker 
than water...wantin me to get their back
but any ol time I need assistance...
u ain't there for me...
and that's a fact...O yea
so I'll be headin out any day now...
hit the road and stretch the rack...cause I'm 
all out of sorts now
gotta get my MoJo back...O yea
They always talkin bout blood is thicker 
than water...wantin me to get their back
but any ol time I need assistance...
u ain't there for me...
and that's a fact...O yea
so I'll be headin out any day now...
hit the road and stretch the rack...cause I'm 
all out of sorts now
gotta get my MoJo back...O yea

My MoJo Back

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My MoJo Back

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