The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*

20 Or Over

I've put my knife set away for now
Staying away, not taking a bow
I'm just focusing on stars brighter
Not trying to be an all night fighter

Focused on spreading what I know
Focused on awareness not for a show
Things like domestic crap
How any form can create a trap

Some on other things
Like talking about war and strings
In with philosophy, met some people who've become close to me

I touch on subjects like chronic illness and pain
I'm no different I sing to pain
And the silince that endless hum
By the way tenitus's thumb

That endless ringing that never stops
Or maybe when the trusted flop
I myself have been in that same boat
Hurt one to betrayed by another coat

Hurt only did not completely tuck
My shirt and walked after
Like a fool before an angers laughter
Like I've said I have been dafter

Not really I just didn't look back
Can't take words after a spoken track
Only if love wad there before
Time will tell about some closed doors

Nor the type to just stay away
Especially of non blooded family
Time, time, time
Walking through some crazy lines

Some could call this trauma dumping
I would like it to call it moire like thumping
Stamping out old memories
The kind of place where nightmares feed

I am grateful for this gift of write
I have been working hard to see light
Yet when you are so bright
Darkness follows, it needs sight

In the darkness it can not see
Far too much darkness all around me
As you see this write I wrong
Instead of write I know it's song

Some nights when lies wake
State an idea, state fate
Taken by a trance sound wired
Fired lost in this home made sound

All good I went to my pad
Not about my own dad
But then I thought about the word fad
Both applicable to a deadbeat dad

How's that for things like the Soc
Timeless writing, mindlike spock
Weather I look at the clock
Mindless time spent watching a hawk

Soar high where he belongs
Like a lone wolf they sing their song
To be free to choose life's fate
Not all need to eat meat for its own state

Turned a feeling into fire
About how some have lost desire
Like my friends home beat
He'll get you up trick or treat

Base found in another friend
Taken in but not through ends
Time will tell how, when the next hell
For Murphy's law has a bell
Murphy, Murphy I think your right
Every fire has a ligh

Like an old school track
Out of of the pack
Old old old old
followed followed followed
13 no 13 no 13 followed
Followed flow Swallowed 1,2,3

Stop pause pray, stop
Give thanks, all give thanks
To give thanks
Pain give thanks
Love give thanks

Bars identities sold
Dogtowns dirty, 20 stones
Different life long time ago
Two different stories in one line there, eyes wide open blow your mind

Reread those 20 over bars of bad nights
Or how there's no more fight
Walk away end, to sight
See things in news light