Standing at the entryway...
Waiting for the next calm...

The Day St.Gabriel
blows his horn...

Can you not see that we are sinking
from the argument we had last night...

I killed her with kindness
it started simply with the opening of doors...

I've told this paper endless thoughts
my minds interior and physical faults...

He said that he was 30 yrs old
but a thirty year old men...

The day my muse walked out was
not unlike any other...

Hold on to this inspiration
while I go check on a conversation...

She told me that she had to go
and leave she did that very night...

God bless the ghetto
And souls on these streets...

She can't love me
Cause...

The wars of my fathers father,
kills in my sons battlefields...