How it be?
Sparklier than a gangster
out on the street
or soft like an feather
under your feet
Maybe a book is too much to read
but when it comes down to it
It needs nothing but me.
How do you think the rain feels.
after it hits ground.
Like a disaster on steroids
in the dark
looking up silently
at it's alarm clock
but no, this is strange
the chair is red,
bloody with ambition
starched from what I've said
beatin' up with transmission
thrust into submission
the day has just begun.
and the rain is starting to fall
clasp onto my heart
and make the game stall
