I am conflicted

Traveling the path of the soul, so gifted

Still unable to break the mold, I lifted

The veil and still could not see

Insisted my existence 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 calling after me, falling too fast

My close friends are asking me

Casting their glance at each other as they speak with outstretched hands

Like I might be a victim of circumstance

But I run





If you reach a dead end trail

Pray to god it'll never fail

We've all walked in each other's shoes

But everybody sings the blues



Under the sky cross the land with a horse

It felt like the sky and the land were divorced.

The way wasn't easy, a rock in the past

Said "what's the matter with you" and 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 horse 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 Arcade quarter to numb the fact

From a peasy headed 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