You and Pink

(Written in 2003)

You'll never where a soft pink,
or have your hair cut in an uneven fashion
Your appearance is a matter of you.

I write to you to clear my mind of the utter garbage
and lies people tell me, as the purported truth about you.

However, I am not completely innocent.
I too have preached the ways of the machine.
I too have advocated the wrong change.
But no matter, as we'll work for the good cause,
if only, in the limits of your own minds.

Ode to Mikey

Lately I been thinkin,
sleepin's been hard.
Thought of you,
body bags coming thru.

One in the head,
and ashes to dust.
The game is rough,
rough and tough.

In a town without pitty,
you came to play,
where the cops are bad,
and the badest are bad in every way.
Your young, invinceable,
till lead cut you down.

One in the head,
and ashes to dust.
The game is rough,
rough and tough.

Mikey we done you wrong,
and we feel you even today.
What words might have worked,
if we only knew of our selfish ways.

One in the head,
and ashes to dust.
The game is rough,
rough and tough.