Tuesday, June 08, 2004

~Come'n Home~

I was put in the mix,
'Bout 86
And ever since I ran
from his plan
to further my man.
understand through expansion
of mind, heart, body, and soul.
controlled by the deity of three.
Wanted me to be the son and prodigy.
Me, Shaun, the man you see.
Straight from Payne Springs,
the center of my location.
Operation?
wait for completion of my mental releases
down to pieces.
BSM where I chill
on the real.
(Head'n home) Say'n

"Ponder the thoughts,
all the money spent on useless things I bought...
paintball guns, remote controlled cars.
Models, and posters.
Just like holly,
so thick you could drive a trolly through my folly."
part'n me into two halves like the red sea.
glimpses of two open hands (arms)
instead of any other man that fed me.
Bidding me to take myself to a place distant and far off.
Thinking to myself "First I need to drop my car off."

I'm come'n home daddy. Make sure you keep the gate open.
I'm not heeding worldly pleasure daddy.
I'm come'n home daddy.
Meet me outside, greet me with your arms extended daddy.
I'm come'n home!

They say...
"Take an EPT, so fat are you pregnant?"
Why can't this world be more entertaining instead of flagrant?
"Purchase maternity gear from sears."
Don't listen to all their jeers.
Shedding tears
For all my wants and desires,
Pray to God I'm absent when this world errupts with fire.
Sinfull men with flames,
Before becoming ashes where they stood.
Revelation called it everything it would.
Kick'n up dust.
who do I trust?
Rush like all these people who aren't cruel,
Not act'n the fool.
Because they know when it ends...
Who's gonna rule.
I remember all those sleepless nights spent,
With my knees bent.
Conversations with the upper case.
Gaining streangth when.
I know I'm head'n home
Where It's gonna be easier pleas'n you daddy.
I'm come'n home.

I'm come'n home daddy.
Make sure you keep the gate open. I'm not heeding worldly pleasure daddy.
I'm come'n home daddy.
Meet me outside. Greet me with your arms extended daddy.
I'm come'n home!

The smell of Seals, a bird, and a monkey...
Mixed with the stench of Junkies best describes my kinda funky.
Spuky Spastic, Your life can't be recycled, it ain't plastic.
Your insides are all dirty, why does the outside look fantasic?
Devil couldn't wait to get his hands on you.
Turned your Gold, Destroyed your armament.
Now Shame on you!
You say "whatever!"
Well the same to you.
I'm splitting like an atom,
'Cause I got things to do.
Do what?
You?
Me too!
(Yeah right)
My desires expired.
Now only in Heavenly clenched fists.
Not in accounts of men,
No worldy hands can touch It's interest.
I'm certainly not in agree'n with all of my peeps.
Because they're only look'n skin deep.
They're ignoring all of my verbs,
I guess It's not really what I deserve.
It's too harsh,
Not enough mild.
So I'm head'n to a place
Where you can call me your child.
I'm come'n home.

I'm come'n home daddy.
Make sure you keep the gate open.
I'm not heeding worldly pleasure daddy.
I'm come'n home daddy.
Meet me outside. Greet me with your arms extended daddy.
I'm come'n home!

(for Shaun, Angel, and Allen)


2 comments:

Cody said...

This is actually from a song by Grits. I've changed the words around, but it reminds me so much of Shaun when I hear it everytime.

Cody said...

The whole song has pretty much all these words in it with a little change around from me. I have recently added the parts about Angel and Allen. they seemed to have fit so much I hardly even changed the words around. I was shocked. but I guess it makes sense.