Oh how I used to make you moan
oh how I tossed it to the side
oh how I'm now all alone
oh how its pointless to try
a thousand pastors in my head sing
and the greatese of these is love
and I pick each of the phrases off the bone
and of these things that are left
the greatest is rest
tis a pitiful throne son
with no work and no home
dead from the test
sick I write pages and pages seemingly without hope
I'ma be back, watch
I will climb to the top again
I will see the light of heaven in another'e eyes
I will whisper prayers on the breath of a cool morning
over the body of love
till then I'm gon keep jockin shit
Ha Ha, come a little closer
PEACE