Thoughts collide in a colourful collage, Read between the lines- high with the gods, Perfection comes naturally from your heart, Not as innocent as when you first start, Bare and blatantly say it like it is, Hear my voice speak, but the truth is… I got nowhere to rest with my kinfolk, Starting to lose control, a long time ago, Pick n choose how you wanna take it, Unless we work together, We ain’t gonna make it! So, as I hold out on my long lost account, Only we know Of how it all went down. Gripping at the parts that sound right, though most likely the words will just bite, —— Playing the odds and getting fucked , Not in a good way, life’s gotta way to obstruct, Just what we need to make it our own, On our own is never cutting it as far as I’ve known Chipped off a dollar , Mightier than stone Little bit more, we might pay off our loan, Survival of the fittest, no time for an ohm, Chewing at the bit, just to get home, —— Hurry up and go, we gotta race the clock, A good omen up above watching over like a hawk, Speeding through to get over the pass, On the other side, a golden ticket becomes brass Plucking out the slivers, that me may receive, From lawsuits to Freedom of speech, Only one more reason that’ll make me see, Trouble is getting older and losing my sleep, ——