retro dream come true

She thought she was a pinup

Put her cares away

She thought she was a pretty girl

Cameras in the way

She thought he had a nice car

Retro all the way

She thought he was a gee-tar god

Swinging balls all day

Well its a niiiiight mareeeeeee

Girl

Its a niiiiiiight maaareee

Your dream come true, girllllll

Its a fucking night mare

Your retro night mareeeee

Youree dream come true girllll

She thought she was a pinup

Such a pretty girl

she thought she was a housewife 2 kids and a pool. she had to get all knocked up serious as the news. he didn't like the outcome, now shes black and blue. its a nighte maree. your dream come true girls. your retro dream boat. your dream come true girl. your horror movie. your pin up-billy. your sailor jerry. your retro nightmareee. your dream come true.

Tell Me It Ain't Bull

Wishin' on a flower.

Blow it all away.

Princess in a tower.

Prince so far away.

Woman in a wish bottle.

Man rubs his woes away.

Tell it ain't bullshit.

How they treat us in this way?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULLSHIT?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULL?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULSHIIT?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULL?

They say whose my little princess.

Then leave you there all day.

They whose my tiny kingdom, then wipe your tears away.

They feed you lies and it is poison, that looks like candy pops

You eat it up like you are starving, and wonder why you drop..

You wonder why drop, drop down the stair well, tumble down the stairs, fall from the thrown, shimmy down the well, roll like Jack n Jill, into your private hell.

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULLSHIT?

They way they treat their kids.

I said tell me it ain't bullshit, the way we treat our own kin.

I said tell me it ain't..

I said tell me in ain't..

I said TELL me....

I SAID.

Who Knows The Bag Boy?

He is a bag boy, for the dope toy.. the filthiest ball on the court. The two guns shoot it back and forth and he dodges it on a low riding junkyard, ghetto rigged piece he designed himself. Two can ride and one can jump, just in case they spot another bike along the lengthy court, which resembles an alley way sometimes, and other times it is a parking lot or behind a convenience store, or the front yard of his auntie's house. But always, he is on bike, and he never, ever forgets to bring a duffle bag.

You think he is on his way to school. You think he is on his way to the corner store. You think he is picking up his mother a pack of cigarettes.. but he is a pawn in a foul game of chess, and all it takes is one false move, one bad visit from a social worker, and it is one more young boys body left in a Detroit gutter, nameless, wounded or dead.

A blackness, Darkness that I see

All the trinkets I surround myself with
all the things I make my life with
are slowly floating away..

into a dream I go...
...into a deep sleep; so slow...

drifting, drifting..

...far away..

...then abruptly waking into, another day..

Should I play, or should I pray? make breakfast, wash my hair, or stay..

Right here in this very bed, pull the covers over my head and say..

"No, I will not face this day.
I will not play, I will not pray, I will not, cannot face this day.
I am too sad. I am too mad.
I do not want to even say

... the root of my problems;
Why I feel this way!

Not to my cat or caring friend.

I believe it is time I meet my end!
I bury my face into my pillow.
The crisp of clean bed sheets is also a blackness,
Darkness that I see in the dimming twilight of my room,
Just before I slip away into a deeper,
Darker sleep...

hot night

the gutter knife, his night life..

not, your, life..

you are happy that, he is not right, as a reminder,

and you are comfortable, in your mediocre..

S,U,V..

he is free and wild, and you have a child..

on this hot night,

with his hot pipe..

you drive, he bike rides,

opposite directions, different intentions..

on this hot night,

he will dope up..

you will shut up,

between crisp and impersonal sheets..

which is more real?

the bike wheel?

or behind the wheel?

on the hot night,

who is more right?