Let Me Know

April 23, 2009

Let me Know

This isn't fill in the blanks,
These are words in the appropriate order,
No propaganda from your local reporter,
No this is for the,
feeling that’s been chasing you down,
Forcing you to create,
Since you first put weight on the ground...
The nervous grip and jaded smile,
The expression on your face
like,"this is gonna take a while."
The sun reaching through the blinds,
Restoring color where faded pages used to shine,
And I
Used to think you lost your mind,
And that’s the greatest compliment I could find,
I told you all the time:
You belong spending days in the dark,
Putting dangerous thoughts
On paper,
then claiming its art.
Born with a front row ticket,
A choice to rebel or to just go with it,
An option to buy into truths predetermined..
Or just leave 'em uncertain..

Let me know
Let me know
I'll be there right outside your door
If you want just a little more
Let me know

Crazy is a term for original,
Heard when the words don’t concern what the typical,
Crowd deems appropriate,
And in that boat,
The whole point of common sense is a joke.
So I’m letting you know,
You belong where the nights never end ,
Living life by the pen,
Breaking every cycle that spins.
The abstract cat not ashamed to,
Put a question mark on what they claim true.
Lost in some curious,
Hunger for some options,
Breaking down doors in the shelter you've been locked in.
Picture perfect in the mess you made,
So one day when your ending credits fade,
They'll celebrate your craft and the time it involved
In all
I like you better when you're climbing the walls,
Staring at the canvas not scared to wet it,
Off the chest like
"There I said it"

Let me Know
Let me Know
I'll be there right outside your door
If you want just a little more.
Let me know

We were the ones who came to that show,
When the first and last row were the same exact row,
Before you had the women and you claimed cash flow,
We were making noise for your lame ass flow,
Then your style developed and you blew up quick,
A hundred cats yelling out "do that shit!"
Bro, you were Superman to us kids,
Till you dissed everyone that you grew up with,
Confusing best friends for crews of yes men,
Who whispered in your ear telling you you're destined...
To be something bigger than the shoes you stepped in
Choose you r weapon, lose the rep and
tell these multi-millionares
you're multi-syllobic,
They're popping shots in the air,
you're popping holes in their logic,
Or you can tell the old man version you promised,
That you tried to sell your soul but the devil didn't want it....

Let me know