Posted:Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:36 PM CST
Word
me...
not an idea...of who i think i should be
me...
like i see for the trees...the disease
can be scene in the breeze...when we breath
when we bleed for the speach
if it's free...
then it's seen as belief
if it's free...
then it's speaks in the eaves
and in the speak easy
in the dreams
and in the heat...believe me