I was next to Doctor King on the balcony when he was hit,
In the frontrow taking notes when Malcom was floored,
In the back of the bus when Rosa was put in cuffs,
'Til I was free, I wasn't to be ignored,
I was climbing the mountain, but I inched off the path,
Nothing sustaining but staff, pen and pad, I had to laugh,
Three children are reaching, [teacher made to build with]?,
This jigsaw was gift in disguis, my eyes were open,
Mystery pay days cloaked in a phone call,
My canvas is a collage of gray,
Some brush strokes I'll take to my grave,
Out here, sometimes I feel all alone,
Mama I don't know if I'ma ever get home,
Tell ya I love her and the kids the same,
Cuase I've changed my name and I've changed the addresses,
I've washed the sheets and flipped the mattreses,
I know lifes a play but I can't tell what act this is,
On highway somewhere, in something city, in band with a group of friends who don't know what an atlus is,
Walk through life on stilts to see heads following after
Sit in glass houses, throw stones till the ceiling shatters,,
Swallow shards till blood quenches my thrist,
Stay armed with proverbs prepared for the worst,
And my wife kisses my cheek, my sons give me hugs,
So I keep spinning my wheels until I escape the mud,
Love tattoo press on my conscience,
I have to continue to duck and weave through the snakes and monsters
I've been here before,
Where were you when it happened,
I've been here before,
But it feels like the first time,
I've been here before,
But I can't recall what path I too to get to the place where I felt fine,
I was drowning in tears when Nat Turner was lynched,
Begging for mercy when Jesus' wrists were nailed,
Bedside when Marcus Garvey took his last breath,
The only way to deal with the pain was to rebel,
'Til you've seen my photoalbum don't question development,
Yes, I know the road forks, but I question the relevence,
Situation ethics bleeding concious,
Fabricated relationships blinding logic,
For a thousand life times I've walked scenic routes burrying hatchets,
Burning bridges at both ends to minimize the madness,
Outhere, sometimes I feel all alone,
Mama I don't know if I'ma ever get home,
This I've chosen is draining my energy,
I've asked for help but everyone around me seems empty,
I've ironed my pants and folded my shirts,
Told my job that I'm never going back to work,
I'm a one man puppet show, Jim Hansen incarnate,
No strings attached because I thought that fencing was harmless,
Ever point punctures armor, perfectly poised,
?[Expose boost in melody] not to be confused with noise,
Controll prose to only bridge gaps and brace for impact
The taste of nuclear holocaust sits in my napsack,
Variables of parabels keep me balanced,
Vibrant brilliance continues to sheild my talents,
Love tattoo press on my conscience,
I have to continue to duck and weave through the snakes and monsters
I've been here before,
Where were you when it happened,
I've been here before,
But it feels like the first time
I've been here before,
But I can't recall what path I too to get to the place where I felt fine,
?=uncertainity