12172, i'm just trying... Posted by RatpackSlim, Fri Apr-23-04 03:40 AM
my pockets may not be full but i am great within some are born to lose, but i was made to win i maintain my shine in times when faith is dim i’m not trying to save face i’m just trying to stay slim.
i’m tired of playing second string on second fiddles the promise of “death do we part” was wasted on widows keep open your windows of opportunity keep your calendars clear this is my day this is my week this is my month this is my year and waiting around for demand to meet supply has gotten damn demanding you can call me last kid picked or you can call me last man standing but i’m still here. and before i can save one person i must become my personal savior i must know that my soul glows without the use of activator so bring on the uphill climbs these boots were made for hiking time to shed my old self-loathing to something more to my liking so i’m reciting:
my pockets may not be full but i am great within some are born to lose, but i was made to win i maintain my shine in times when faith is dim i’m not trying to save face i’m just trying to stay slim.
i never was a funky drummer i never had that blue eyes croon all i’ve got’s a bunch of words written in my room but i’ve said too much too soon and now you won’t wanna date me because we’ve replaced all that we’ve done with “what have you done for me lately” and that’s great and that’s fine that’s someone’s measure of success but of all the ways to size you up a yardstick’s not the best and i just call ‘em like i see ‘em and maybe you won’t hear me either but a friend of mine told me i sparkle inside and i believe her...
and my mom still calls me rob just like my grandpa called me butchie and my homies call me slim my ex girlfriends call me pushy or they don’t call at all. (and that’s okay too sometimes.) i’ve been the dialee and the dialer the shoulder and the crier i’ve seen scorched earth and tidal waves yeah, i’ve seen rain and fire it’s all elementary from where i’m sitting. and if you think i’m kidding try me please this is the little light that could the flash in the flood the mud in yer eye the eye in yr witness the witness to yr revival the revival in yr barn the barn to yr dance the dance to yr music to my ears. this is the example that has to pacify the new galactic battlecry ratpack 3:16 sez i just whooped yr ass and i can finish the chant at last:
my pockets may not be full but i am great within some are born to lose, but i was made to win i maintain my shine in times when faith is dim i’m not trying to save face i’m just learning to stay slim.
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