Slide Into Perdition

Should I find myself crawling on the desert 
sand blisters on my belly
blood on my hands
and should I part my lips
the dust of angels escaping
...as chance
and I'm crying out to god...
to take me home
cause this is all too much
and my tears only go within
when my well runs dry
but god takes a knee...as she whispers to 
me...U must continue to try...for as my
child...U becomes We
by and by
by and by baby
by and by
yea
and should I find myself feeling low and weary
I pray my lord will let me see U clearly
yea cause
she whispers when ur lying
and she holds up a mirror when she
knows U been trying
and she speaks in the quiet and says
U must continue to try...for as my child
U become We...by and by

U Becomes We

O well...we can all see the open door
and maybe...some have the pedigree
to step beyond the entry...but I...
must inch my way...each step a war
that keeps my feet in clay
yea
and I stumble as I reach for the threshold
the seal of worlds to break away
one more step I take...crumbled cause I'm
made of cake...eat me up
and shake my bake
Imma world quaker
shake a baker
looking for a early victory
cause Imma world waker
yea
can U taste my mystery
O my haters
yea
can U taste my mystery? yea
we can all see the open door
and maybe...some have the pedigree
to step beyond the entry...but I...
must inch my way...each step a war
that keeps my feet in clay

A World Waker

I don't believe U understand that its O so 
fine...cause U know U can
and I'm just rolling along
yea
searching for the exit from this crazy train
babe, yea
O 
and I've been coming up daisies in a newly mowed field...prayin for the crazies
getting all too real
shaking it loose, yea baby
shaking...gonna shake...a- shake
shakin it loose
and I have come to be
One with U as U would be 
one with me...yea
shakin' it loose baby
and I don't believe that U understand
that it's O so fine...yea
cause U know U can
and I'm just rolling along
searchin for the exit
from this
crazy
train

Hapi Crazy Train

Can U hear that knockin? comin from
the wood...its a hurricane stuck in the
socket...electrifyin everything
yea
a lightnin king at my castle
a-gentrifyin'...
yea...a whiskey sting...
intensifyin...O yea
yea yea
and its drivin me crazyyyy
and its implyin...my ways...yea my ways
r defyin....cause U thot U had me down
but I'm flyin...yea baby...
Can U hear that knockin? comin from
the wood...its a hurricane stuck in the
socket...electrifyin everything
yea
a lightnin king at my castle
a-gentrifyin'...
yea...a whiskey sting...
intensifyin...O yea
yea yea
and I'm hangin my muse in an echo refrain
and its loopin like crazyyy
and I'm goin insaneeeee
O baby

A Hurricane

I coulda been tighter in the door jamb
and the cracks...held on a lil longer
like I'm checkin all them facts...
but I lost my ambition
slid into perdition
and babe...I'm settin to wane not to wax
yea...did U just tell me to relax?
Now I know U wanna be right..
but U really wanna fight?
dog...U gotta watch how U reactz
yea O yea yea
got a look in ur eye...
I see ur gonna try...
yea...o...nnnhn
got u some courageeee...yea and I guess...
I coulda been tighter in the door jamb
and the cracks...held on a lil longer
like I'm checkin all them facts...
but I lost my ambition
slid into perdition
and babe...I'm settin to wane not to wax

To Wane Not To Wax

I forgot to breathe in the coldness and the bare
a-void of absence...a pause impaired
as the walls shake...
yet I am spared
yea
I root into the dirt below my feet
new life old soul
yea
and in the song I sing I pour out old hurt
into that cold
for I will awake...anew...a reprieve
for the peace that's due...yea
I forgot to breathe in the coldness and the bare
a-void of absence...a pause impaired
as the walls shake...
yet I am spared
yea
so drape me in the finest dresses
prepare the ink for the presses
and tho no carpet goes unrolled
I am alive bae...yea
new life for my old soul

New Life Old Soul

If I were to question my emotion
reveal my deep devotion to reprieve
I do believe that I'd be Wednesday
not Tuesday or moody Monday with a 
stagnant breeze...
and I've been advised to grab and seize
my Wednesday intercessories
so many gifts...so lil time
let me regale U with my morbid Wednesday
rhymes...yea by design
and should the darkness around my light
become aggressive...I'll just slip into the night
...to pacify my slight...my Wednesday irrespective
yea...and I've been advised to grab and seize
my devotion a shaded tease
like a moody Monday, with a stagnant breeze
yea and...
my Wednesday intercessories
so many gifts...so lil time
let me regale U with my morbid Wednesday
rhymes...

I'd Be Wednesday

I'll not be lost to the panic and the fear
and you'll not find me
sharpening my spear...for the path 
before me is obscure...but its the cure
to which I'm lured
and what's before is what's behind
a mirrored door as I walk the line
can U give me a sign lord
can U give me a sign
tendrils of a sun grown cold
the black heart sun into which I'm rolled
and can U feel the heart beat...spirit
of a nation...callin thru my feet
yea baby
dance with no retreat...yea my spirit feet
heart beat of a nation
sleepin on the streets
and I'll not be lost to the panic and the fear
and you'll not find me
sharpening my spear...for the path 
before me is obscure...but its the cure
to which I'm lured

Spirit Feet

Such a simple man...do I envy him?
I can't decide if it's ego...or it's pride
but his simplicity of mind...makes his heart
kind...and he has no need for machiaveliiiii..
like the clear of headwaters
and his beautiful daughters
he never hunt's hard for defined reliquery
yea...and he needn't tarry
as a man of sanctuary
like the fabled needle...it's in all likeness that he hides
such a simple man
and need I...in complexity
become vexatious on all sides
then carry me on...should U think it wise
for I don't wish to war
such violence only leads to terr-or
nor do I harbor hate or ill intent
for I carry a pipe...as its bearer
aye...such a simple fan of that simple man
where the smile rarely fades

His Beautiful Daughters

Somewhere in a room that has no walls
where the wind can still get in
and time's at a crawl...there's a mother humming softly
lookin worried lookin tired
as she tucks away her baby
and stokes the cold fire...yea
she's been cryin in the dark
cause her flame has lost it's spark
and the hunger in her belly
feels like sin
yea
and who wags behind closed doors
telling tales to warm old wars
pointing fingers at misfortune
prideful at their wins
yea
feels like sin
yea
feels like sin
and she's been cryin in the dark
cause her flame has lost it's spark
and the hunger in her belly
feels like sin
yea...lookin worried...lookin tired as she 
tucks away her baby
and stokes the cold fire...

The Cold Fire

She kept a steady mumble going
got a potlatch re-warmed feast
cause tho her belly's empty...
someone's still got to feed the beast
and the notches on her leather...too new
to look so worn, stretched tight against her backbone
where her appetite gets shorn
rapped the pan like a dinner bell
as hustle flowed like a storm to quell
things 2, 3, and 1... at the table...plus a son
yea...and she kept her mumble going
shined her smile and turned her cheek
while she re-warmed that 3- day feast
got her lips curled round a memory
rolled thin to let her lie within
blowing ghost smoke so heavily
thinkin...do they remember me?
and she kept a steady mumble going
got a potlatch re-warmed feast
cause tho her belly's empty...
someone's still got to feed the beast

Turned Her Cheek

I take my showers in a lightnin storm
cause...my faith is never torn
O so I offer up a shot at ur concerns
and yea I am certain and if my higher me
wants my life to be...snuffed out
then there's the tower facing downward
got no service...to turn my world about
yea yea
and I'm finding myself down for the count
O yea
but if I submit my word
plead my case and lay it straight
and spirit weighs a feather 'gainst my heart
'gainst my gate...
whispering her love
and blessin's upon my fate
so...I take my showers in a lightnin storm
cause...my faith is never torn
and tho it may seem brazen...to put my
life at risk
but if my time is shot
then I'm givin it to god
O
and that's it...
give my life to god...O

If My Time Is Shot

I have come from my home in disharmony
and the notes of sour accent follow me
...like lost puppies...
and I have run like the lion to escape 'em
hunkered down as a gator 'neath the reeds
but all I've done is mire in the mudflats
infecting open wounds while I lick and bleed
and in the distance...upon the stagnant stars
there sits the gods anointed
amused at a life so hard...
yea...I drag my tired ass to the land of plenty
plant my seeds like a wild card...yea O
and I have run like the lion to escape 'em
hunkered down as a gator 'neath the reeds
but all I've done is mire in the mudflats
infecting open wounds while I lick and bleed...
yea and don't mind the sounds of laughter
nor the scent of nicotine
for I have bed with the gods anointed
a reflection of U and me

Lick And Bleed U and Me

I have come to accept that who I am
tho intriguing and oft beguiling...
but beneath it all...is just me wilding
and that scares U into tribaling...to
run me off or keep me chained
and tho ur ignorance is false witness
in this U are ordained
for U are quite common in a world
where nothing offered is a wicked gain...
yea
so U keep me chained...
but I caught fire and burned 'me' down
turned to ashes...and reborn...am found
but I'm not tamed....
no, run me off?
try to keep me chained. yea babe
ur a touch insane
yea run me off or keep me chained
yea babe
in a world where nothing offered is nothing gained
where U remain...wearing ur own chains

Ur Own Chains

Breakdown brokedown...everything is broken down
like a dream decayed and falling away
while I must go on...un- missing yea
and I had a vision, babe
so sorry to know how ur going
but I'm getting back what you've stolen
but O
ubtil then it's all...breakdown
brokedown...everything is broken down
and I must step aside
cause there's nowhere left to hide
I gotta take a stand
and dear god...won't u lend me ur hand
for I must endure
yea...just looking for a chance to land...yea
Breakdown brokedown...everything is broken down
like a dream decayed and falling away
while I must go on...un- missing yea
O
cause until then...
its all breakdown brokedown...everything is broken down

Broke D

My day started off with ten toes and 
ten fingers...but as the shadows got longer
I became the gunslinger
and like a wolf in the way
I got labeled a stray...but if I bark
you'll note that I get bigger
yea gunslinger
no need for ammunition
cause the gun I strap and carry
is a whirlwind and a dragonfly
with a high born vocabulary
so back my some-time winner
enter now...the gunslinger
and every establishment I grace
is on a list for god's case...
yea...I may leave but judgement will
linger...in the life of a gunslinger
yea...like I said
no need for ammunition
cause the gun I strap and carry
is a whirlwind and a dragonfly
with a high born vocabulary
yea I move in mystery cause
only god knows where I'm supposed
to be...and its my job to listen
...and agree
and like a wolf in the way
I got labeled a stray...but if I bark
you'll note that I get bigger
yea gunslinger

The Gunslinger

I could go on and on and on
yea lord just spillin all this tea in the 
roots of these trees
hoping they'll recall it all when I'm gone
yea
when I'm gone...lord
and like proper lil ladies...they'll go on and 
on having babies
yea...and soon I'll have a forest
that knows when I grieve
O Oh yea
and can U imagine me
dancin with the leaves
singin while I'm crying
and I'm tryin lord I'm tryin
whoa baby
just swingin and swayin
me and all those trees
yea and I could go on and on and on
yea lord just spillin all this tea in the 
roots of these trees
hoping they'll recall it all when I'm gone
yea
when I'm gone...lord
and like proper lil ladies...they'll go on and 
on having babies
yea...and soon I'll have a forest
that knows when I grieve
O Oh yea

Proper Lil Ladies

Lil man U look so mad today
puff up ur chest but ur lip gone pout
won't U talk to me...what's this all about?
yea woo baby
won't U gimme gimme gimme
all ur answers
won't U talk to me
I'll put my hand over my mouth
shut my eyes if it helps U out
but there's an assassin in ur belly
yea yi yea
don't U doubt...yea whoa yea
yea and I can taste ur salty...
keeps me unspoiled when the world 
is hungry...whoa yea
and don't U gimme gimme gimmee
ur back turned...walkin so hard and heavy
baby...bet U still hurt
but I'm ready baby...so
won't U talk to me...what's this all about?
yea woo baby
won't U gimme gimme gimme
all ur answers
won't U talk to me
whoa yea...got ur back turned to me
ur heart so hard and heavy
baby yea
lil man what U so mad about

Ur So Mad Today

She said rehab was for suckers
and a waste of time for me...yea
I kinda agree...but, now hear me out on this
is this not an intervention
when all the woes that I mention keep
coming back on my feed...
yea baby...
even in my tarot reads...yea
and how could I ignore the very question
I came here for...
and all the voices in the wind
O while rehab ain't necessary, I sure
appreciate the anonymous emissary
lettin me call out again and again...yea
and she said rehab was for suckers
and a waste of time for me...yea
I kinda agree...but, now hear me out on this
is this not an intervention
when all the woes that I mention keep
coming back on my feed...
yea baby...
even in my tarot reads...yea
all the voices in the wind...yea
not an intervention...yea
O baby

Not An Intervention

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Slide Into Perdition

Nyla K