If we could all agree to let
our souls become free of that sweet
bitterness then whose chest would
have the most seeds?
I keep misfocusin' my needs.
And this stress on my back
with them caps they be blastin'
into my knap sack.
Ain't no accidental deathtraps.
My mishap is the fact that
I'm destined to snap.
It's when I feel as though, my body's
able to go, my mind is ready to flow.
Did you know first you catch
And then I throw?
It's my own sense of time!
And if I'm late, it's because I'm endin' my date just when the sun shines :)
And still gently advising the arisin'
of the moon as it rolls around
into my soundproof dimension.
- Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes
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