When the day is over. and I've fed my kama. When "...the wind cries Mary". ...Lingers on. . Feels like I'm walking in water. anguished water. With twisted emotions.
Nominate myself for what I want to achive. Form my surroundings in relation to the seed. Smiles swims in a muddy breath. thirsting pulsating blood. What else can I do, than to feed me with a bigger thirst.
Sedated every night. I had my wine and my joints. A couple of sleeping pills. Tears of tiredness dripping down. . But after a while, I began to lose my song.
Let me sing for pleasure. Let me drink my treasure. Up to the mountain of faith. Hit me again. . While you kiss your left brain. You oppress you right brain.
Fine woman won't you buy me another drink. I'm broke but not tired. you can pour all your problems on me. . Smoke queen mama kiss me so sweet. Licker King papa make me feel free.