Brown Bagging
by Iosua Tai Taeoalii
Everybody's gonna look down on me,
Frown on me
If I end up brown bagging -
lagging a little here and a little there
Why should anyone care,
why I'm looking for a place, to be,
Drunk, A-L-O-N-E
Someone,
Anyone look at me
Am I developing the habits
that leads to sleeping the streets
peeking thru things
left in the trash by other beings
Seems like I've got no place to hide
no place to tuck away and die
I close my eyes
My liver cries
my lungs divide
My lips are dry
My feet lose stride
My heart has died
My Brain is fried
and my Mind has lied,
lied
lied down to be walked on
These drugs have gone
to the bank and withdrew
all their funds
and who's the one still here,
suffering the pains between
sobering and drunken scenes
Serenity is far from here
it appears to me
Tears falling into empty streams
of beer bottles
It's neared So close to my heart
that the end becomes the start
and you just might see me
vomiting and brown bagging,
Oh no, no, no, no no
Leave me alone
I don't want your change
I want TO change
but I've fallin'
and I can't get down
head spins round and round
So far,
"Time to quit"
That hand helps me up,
with that soft and tender voice
"You're free to rejoice, fly away!" |
