amarantine

okay, please forgive me for not feeling like writing
my body's pretty strong but my heart's still fighting
my mind tickles me with its usual flashes of lightning
but i'm a thunderbolt myself, and i know the urge aint worth fighting
so i sit and i smile and i write
trying to paint a picture with some fonts so uptight
trying to catch a crowd without babes or a mic
trying to lift a scyscraper with my mental might
whichever way this ends, i'm still not going to bend
or beg, or plead, or stoop low, or pretend
cos this is just another episode in this sequel of no end
so lets get started already, there's minds out there to mend


i really really still cant tell
how far, or how long, or how well
or how deep this son of adam fell
cos i coulda sworn i was inches from hell
i saw my dark side, he knew me too well
he smiled wryly, he WAS some kinda spell
i knew his voice, i tasted his smell
he felt like we were birthed outta some kinda well
he dwelt on my pain, so i fueled him with joy
he needed a puppet, i made him a toy
he took pleasure in my sorrow, so i gave him the hope in tomorrow
and in all these i realized one thing
we were no different. he was the same as me
but i'm defined by chastity, he lives with laxity
i STILL have a mommy. . .he's got nobadi!