...oh yeah, i should probably point out that the names go down the side of the last 3 "stanzas" (i broke them apart so you could spot them easier)

the slum behind my cataracts reminiscing on my village past:
italy and france when living was simple: be happy
but i was plopped a generation away from me
mind was clogged in this nation's race for money
so i reside in a math equation
on the corner of Lie Street & Love-Lack Pavement
my left eye about to crack from aching
pain multiplied by a fraction of "sane-ness"
that's my new sanity | -*-Catholics use Trojan-*- |
pass the neuse and a teen grabs his moment

Break from the days when the Trinity mattered
Aprons, gourmet, and -- kitchen laughter
An engaging table-conversation at dinner: magic
Taking you back to when the little things had passion
I think back when i'd imagine i was barry sanders
Nation-wide, detroit was the voice for all the short and fast kids

Enter the current, i'm currently up the creek
Losing my feet in this current, dreaming of currant sor-b.e.t.
Zipping the wrong direction through this jungle from my me
Heaven waits west
Instead, i'm racing east

TIMES need to change and TIME needs to cease...
3 minutes for my brain til it leaks