I am conflicted travelling the path of the soul, so gifted still unable to break the mold, I lifted the veil and still could not see Insisted my existance began with me
seems that i lost much, lost touch of reality it cost much, of the soul what a fallacy this world is at times, I can't escape see myself with new eyes, now i'm trying to take the first step on a path that i know is paved with much difficulty so i think i must save myself from a world that is falling down all around me
i hear the sounds of laughter callin' after me, fallin' too fast my close friends are asking me casting their glance at each other with outstrenched hands like they might be a victim of circumstance but i run
if you reach a dead end trail pray to god it never fails. we've all walked in each other's shoes so everybody sings the blues. if you reach a dead end trail pray to god it never fails. we've all walked each other's shoes so you don't have to sing the blues.
under the sky cross the land with a horse. it felt like a sky and the land were divorced. the way it was easy, a rock in the past so what's the matter with you, when the rock just laughed carrying a load for the conscious untoiling i went to the water and the water was boiling the load was heavy and rocks filled my course my horse drank the water and the water killed my horse i tried to keep going, weak in the knee a righteous wind blew and it was speaking to me the way seemed harder since my house been dead i couldn't understand everything the wind said looked up at the sky and seen something strange returned to my country and my country was up in flames the trees were bleeding, they said they couldn't hide me where will i run to without my horse beside me?
just like king midas turned things to gold i touched my soul and felt my warm blood turn cold i was told we paint the picture we want to see the dream, she's the woman, i'm a machine jacqueline is my mother, but not Onassis wearing sunglasses taking me to pray on sunday not one day, but three, we attended the church watched my father get up, grab the bible, and then work the scripture, get the picture? preacher in my blood and people in my hood, no threat of attack just a jean jacket and an *muffled* up from the fact from a ecclesiastic kid who was afraid to be black imagine that type of ghetto it still isn't settled i play sex pistols and listened to heavy metal i ate lunch all by myself in a meadow and healed every scar with wishing to be a star. now it's on, so tell me why i sing a sad song. who's the pawn, was i being fooled all along? not at all. cause now i'm strong. innocence deterred, was never gone, i feel it coming, the break of dawn.
if you reach a dead end trail pray to god it never fails. we've all walked each other's shoes so everybody sings the blues. if you reach a dead end trail pray to god it never fails. we've all walked each other's shoes so you don't have to sing the blues.