I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...

In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...

I am, out here on my own.
Flat lining...

The book of life is perennial as the stars.
Patterns, haunting our every move...

Wrapped up in a white skin!
I am, we are African...

Flying through my wall
Jamming up my personal space...

I got me a monkey on my back
related to my knife and fork...