One rainy morning in the month of August,
To collect the scattered scr*ps of sustenance,
Went I out as birds leave the nests,
Disperse to find a chance and luck,
As the sun dies away and the darkness sheltered the earth
I embraced the rhythm of strength
Wondering why the guilt of my yesterday still haunts me
I tried to move onto another height
Today as I was walking the cold air brushed past my chin,
I swear I felt a tingle and a cry came from within,
I think I paused as if pausing would help me understand,
Why your taking back the promise that you'll always hold my hand,
Who made the mountain, who made the tree,
Who made the river flow into the sea.
And who hung the moon in the starry sky?
Somebody bigger than you and I.
Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy *ss body and your *ss look soft
Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft
Delivered from the womb of loneliness & despair
With a big smile, reborn into a life of familiar hell
Thankful for Tulsa Time & the rules... thankful for the secret
Living in a Buddah board world