2003-04-02 - 3:55 a.m.
What's the turnover you who's turn is over?
Pass down the mic, forget the crimson clover
Any of the many loves you could have had
Wouldn't mean a thing compared to being a dad
And so you shed your skin and catepillar up the rock
Devoting every ounce of energy that you can hock
To do whatever necessary (love will find a way)
And "be there" just enough to carry them (or else just pray)
Investing your time wisely as constraints make you relax,
Digesting and reflecting on directing all your tracks,
To lead you to that place you know where heaven kisses earth
In hopes that you won't measure yourself (just how much you're worth)
Being in that place where once again you will be me
Not just a mere reflection of my vivid imagery.
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