Growth on my brain,
a necessary element of the development.
Switchin’ to the slow lane,
my exit is approachin’ at any moment.
Not from life – but from the absence of it,
to be chemically dependent seemed much more fitting.
Of course I’m just kidding -
But really though…
Organized inactivities were my only habit.
I swear – not because I’m cussin’,
but because I can hear my mother fussin’
From the window – or was it the door…
It doesn’t matter but she had trust in -
My abilities as a man,
until her voice was no longer callin’
Far from grace I was fallin’
That perspective was so cancerous…
The same condition that brought silence to my guidance.
Taken from THE pedestal,
along with my potential
To face these responsibilities,
until that lil’ angel brought me to my knees.
You thought I wasn’t listening,
but your voice has never been more deafening – breathless