as the world unravels

the wander of thought

the ponder of travel

much deeper than a snake's rattle

while young men in distant lands rustle up cattle

we have warriors at battle reloading their ammo

gold as the desert sand and traveling camels

with narrowing shadows

head to toe covered in dark apparel

I could hear the soul that roars black kings and pharohs

always kept my peace, in the dark I cry

I breathe with my lungs, I might die

but underneath I'm his son

I'm carried as one

and my feet don't touch the streets below me

the lift of the holy spirit. they're not devils beside me

I'm only living, so lonely,

had some friends but they're phonies

they talk a bunch of baloney

inside I'm the same me, but suddenly

there's people trying to change the way I want to speak

they want me to start believing the things that they want for me

but I just turn around and start to spell the f.u.c.

the "k" is for later. I say O.K. and grab the K

they hit the deck in a sec when the gun start to spray

but I'm not a dumb dummy,

I ate my breakfast today

I'm leaving this town tomorrow

and  I got nothin to say

Ricardo Rodriguez