THE OLD PRESENT
by d.dunbar/king yoda/p.redclouds
INSPIRING OUTSIDERS
STUCK INSIDE OF OUTER LIMITS,
INWARD HURT
FROM YOUR OUTER IMAGE...
HOW YOU LOUD AND TIMID?
PROUD BUT GRIMACE WHEN ATTENTION"S PAID?
ILL JUST KEEP THIS SHORT AND DEEP
LIKE A MIDGETS GRAVE,
STAY IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE AUDIENCE
BECAUSE YOU BEEN AFRAID
MEANWHILE OTHER MUTHAFUCKAS ON CENTER STAGE,
SHOWING YOU DEPTH..
UP AND DOWN EMOTIONAL STEPS
WITH BREATHS OF FRESH AIR
IN THE MIDST OF CHOKING TO DEATH,
THEY SAY HOLD YOUR HEAD...
AND IM GROPING WHATS LEFT
FROM EXPLOSIONS THAT CREPT
AND SWEPT ME OFF THE LOAFERS I KEPT,
TO WALK ON HOT COAL"S WITH...
IM WAITING FOR A BURDEN ON MY SOUL LIFT...
GIVING ME BACK MY ORIGINAL OLD GIFT!...
CUZ THIS CANT BE LIFE!
