The King
You screwed up,
Man, look at you
Locked up again
Four more years in the pen
Man, I gotta say,
I had a feeling it’d happen this way
Too high to realize the guy you were slanging to
Was more undercover than you
He caught you slippin’ and now you’re gone
What’s sad is that when you do get out,
You gonna head to that same crack house
Put that same pipe to your mouth
And whip that same lighter out
I guess you don’t learn nothing
In the pen
Just how to shoot dice
Protect your life
And maybe think about
Not going back in
So you can live a free life
And continue to sin
Trouble
In and out of prison,
But never not high.
Been making bad decisions
Since your dad left, and your
Mom died.
Criss crossing on your train
tracks of thoughts
Wondering if standing in the middle
was for you or not.
After Ernie’s Show
I’m sitting here at Denny’s
right after coming from Ernie Silva’s outstanding, yet depressing,
amazing,
heart-wrenching
wonderful solo performance/theatrical sesh – called Heavy Like the Weight of a Flame.
Damn, just like that, he got me hooked.
Hooked on reality.
Hooked on the truth.
He got me realizing everything is boof (fake).
Speechless is how I left the theater.
Thinking about life now,
not death.
