Mr. Will...

Got a caveman banging on my back door Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn Got an old maid wasting away in the living room Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons Got a paper full of yellow journalism A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous A job description that don't fit the bill a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill Get me out of this, lie detector test My pupils inhale and exhale My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?(I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos and all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes and elbows that move in a way that makes space I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake) Natural face affected by the chemical leaks Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)(You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, my mic for keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to my girl killing all the ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)I'm a poor man's version of a rich man I've got a small van swerving through a big land I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test A blocked phone number and a bunk home address I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it cuz I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you I've got more sense than virtue I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n If I wasn't then why would I say I am? Get me out of this, lie detector test My pupils inhale and exhale My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this? Jah didn't kill Johnny He had a date with death It was a slow train coming And we've all got a train to catch But Lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my freinds. That is, of course, if they ain't already dead. I make no demands. I just make amends. I make my bed and I'm a lie in it But before I die...please...don't take anymore of my friends. Don't take anymore of my friends. The smoke didn't kill Johnny. The drink didn't kill Johnny. The junk didn't kill Johnny. The women didn't kill Johnny.Was it the road? I don't know. Was it rock and roll? I don't think so. But God, God, God...would never...kill...Johny Cash He had a train to catch. He had a date with death And we've all got a train to catch. Life is easy. Holler at ya boy. Life is easy. Shes a fairy with broken wings I used to watch her perform And if she hears me I hope she sings songs That had me going right back Couldnt find anyone in town to talk Bout how no one like that Should be confined to the ground we walkShe glides but just seems like she floats And these folks decide to crush her wings until there permanently broke She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke She crys but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope On the eastside hustling discussing things that we quote In shallow conversation as if we have deep throats We chokin on confusion Now show up as a heat stroke of we need coats Trading in our cheap jokes for her c notes I see notes being passed I ask to see what these creeps wrote Define silly kids and flying privelages revoke Ski slopes have been blocked off they cant transit Had weights tied to her ankles she most definitely cant skip Down, shes held down by the transripts my hands grip Tried to tie her wings back .. the ones again clip Panic stricken, shell remain stuck On a titantic sinken, shes tryin to stay up Change her plan thinken its ok See this is strange but Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up I'd like to see Her take flight into the stars Instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars Instead of letting fly free they keep em in jars I put my hand to the glass so hard It might break the prison bars It isnt hard to see why they keep her captive Shes naturally attractive Speaks with adlibs, shes uncommonly talented Aint enough adjectives to do her dispotion justice Kids are wishin for just a kissi close my eyes and remembermy sapling thumbspressed hard into my sockets traversing the bounds of boredom.i push the limits as habit, but here i found a helm interna that knows my every will.vast black fields whose borders abate to the periphery afoot a floor pulse of one million gyri riveted in silent honeycomb flashes, lightning in the sky.planes drift in and out of this expanding diorama, whose certre sprouts an aperture wriggling of a course whirling to precessional ellipse drawing fibonacci's flower, a home to my fiery pink lotus beyond where lost thoughts lay, my aged eyes now can see.a pinhole dilates for a path snaking in all directions like an ancient moire drainpipe, a conduit of ends in every pole invaginating products of accretion.noble gasses burn electric pastels, and ocelot eyes pulse between razor wire array of interlocking carbon rings.we dip and weave in unison, and when my thumbs release their holda residue burns on, i can see with open eyes. .................I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a wayI played connect the dots with your beauty marks And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes And heard our song for the first time My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune is what I've been nodding my head to lately Every now and then you can catch me humming your nudity under my heavy breath I heavily suggest you resurrect your ancient neglected dust collector If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings Sit stripped before your full length Perform your reflection backwards Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement Listen when the news is sent Extend when the rules are bent I'll be waiting to take your leave Make me a victim of your two step Make me an apprentice of your body parts Teach me to dance to your beauty marks I'm stepping on toes here and I don't care It's hopeless, it's hopeless It's hopelessness holding this openess to blow a kiss So close your lips but don't get pissed and throw a fist at this vocalist I'm not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list of all those I miss This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing