Groove City

Groove City, is what I love about you, so pretty, the dirt that you ensue,
Well my mind is filled with all these exotic places, places I may go,
But my heart knows there’s only one place, that always will be home.
What I get from you, is kinda hard to explain,
It’s more than just a sense of belonging,
What I’ve always known, that this will be my home,
As long as Colombo keeps on grooving, keep on grooving,
Like this.
Groove city, filled with pollution and grime,
So gritty, all this political crime,
But what I love about this place, though it gets be gets me down once in a while,
That I can step on out, walk about or chill on down on whatever gets me high.

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Head Spin

Someday I might have a reason to follow you down that road,
But until that day comes, I think I’ll go my own way now,
Cos everybody has a fear of monsters underneath their bed,
Well me, my fear is, I won’t wake up inside my head.
And my fear is, my fear is, my fear is
No food to feed this planet, no clean water on this earth,
No innercity peace of mind, endless wars around the world,
Something else that makes my head spin, more than polititian’s words,
Is how we can stand to hate each other.
I know it might sound a little crazy,
I know it might sound a little all too easy,
But everybody has a fear of monsters underneath their bed,
Well me, my fear is, I won’t wake up inside my head.
Enough food to feed this planet, enough water on this earth,
No innercities left behind, no wars around the world,
Someone tell me am I dreaming, or can we really change the world?
Can we really learn to love each other?

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Still

She has all the answers, and all the right questions,
She has all the lies, and all the details of the truth.
She is everything, you would rather be,
And all the jealousy in between.
She won’t comfort no one, with her Satan glance,
All in all, she is all for herself,
And those bittersweet eyes, how they stare at me,
As I stare into the sky.
And I’m going, nowhere, to maybe, to yeah,
Coming down it always seems like your almost there,
And those two cats on that windowsill,
making fire, while your fire burns in me,
Still.
She has reason enough, to love to hate to love,
She won’t even ask your name,
Yeah it’s kind of sickening isn’t it, to know your own vunerabilities?
What’s even sicker is knowing you almost feel the same.

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Untitled

My son is staring at the world with his big brown eyes,
He knows not what to do,
He stumbles back and forth, looking at all he sees,
His constant curiosity.
Please God, help me understand,
How a boy of six can fly like superman?
I don’t believe your sorry,
I don’t believe you care,
I think you just turn away,
While the rest of us stare.
Will my son grow up and be the man I was supposed to be?
Will he make all the right choices, and choose them wisely?
Please guide him through this life, especially when I’m not there,
Please don’t ever let him fall.

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Rain Come

It’s in my head, what I should do,
I know exactly what this means to you,
It’s not that hard to make you bleed,
It’s knowing when to stop, is the key.

Yeah, yeah, I know it all went wrong,
Yeah, yeah, I know what I have done,
Yeah, yeah, I know I’ll end up with time,
I really fucked up this time.

Rain come and thunder beat me down,
Wind blow and spin my head around,
Lightning crash and burn me to the ground,
Rain come and pour.

I still don’t know what went wrong,
I guess I must have let her bleed too long,
She looked so pretty as she closed her eyes,
I did not know it would be our last goodbye

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Lord Help Me

Woken up and I am naked,
Put the sheets to burn last night,
All in all, I am mistaken,
With what’s left in my life.
Dont drink Coke, don’t drink coffee,
Don’t drink anything you like,
Somehow it all seems so taffy,
Somehow reminds me of my life.
And Im losing,
Everything I once had,
Everything I once owned…
Lord help me, Fly easy,
I’m simply, long lost abandoned without you,
Lord help me, Land easy,
I maybe, one more step closer to loving you.
Another night and I’m still jaded,
Realise I’m not alone,
I feel confused, I’m feeling hatred,
Hate myself for these feelings I own.
I felt confused before I said this,
I felt the truth was not for me to learn,
But now my mind is being fed this,
Bullshit on a silver plate

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