I can still remember tender moments in time rewinding memories sublime through the windows of my mind divine winds align careen, peacefully wind take me back when I was young to the slum in which I'm from I trudge this crooked path looking back on what it was deep within the vacant lots where the powerlines hum barbed wire, broken glass a graffitied underpass: nothing's promised today can offer nothing that lasts I'm entranced by how it pass that river flowing fluid the weight of my experience embedded in this music healing therapeutic yet rooted in how we use it reusing all my patterned behaviors became abusive caught between domestic disputes and student truants alcohol influenced and slid me into oblivion oblivious that ignorance could never be bliss there's no time for looking back only time to admit And, of recently I've lost some of those of whom I sought to walk and make amends for wrongs I won't defend reflective I build a bridge to nowhere I could relive falling in and out of consciousness at funerals for them blend coffins and condolences coordinating memorials flowers and pictorials taking in the scenarios scenes involving burials have us bear the unbearable pain, uncomparable strain we push to carry on a silent prayer on a dead wind gone returns and resonates, soft off eternity's walls a god deaf and blind pauses deeply inside perplexed at every human heart unprepared for new life all at the same time an infant opens its eyes undefined by the depression where others would turn to suicide if I die tonight with these words on my lips know there's no time for looking back only time to admit They say when one door closes another one opens I dedicate this song to rapper, mentor, and good friend -- Ralph Prater May you rest in peace Keep it moving

Welcome to a dreamscape of fantasy and landscape luminescent moon rock hard as the human heart sharp as the soft touch reminding you what love was warm as the thin blood that spiraled down the bathtub empty as the chakra belonging to the monster hollowed out by drugs and the drama listen, forever unforgiven and impossible to feel it pain is all that I have left to prove I'm living, dance beneath the pouring rain to the music in your brain to the rhythms that these sentences contain, calm seas washing over me, foaming tides pulling deeper to the requiem where I preside, I'm alive moving forward on the black night reflecting on the advice the picture in my mind of every time I said those goodbyes Can't come to terms with the words or the death unsure of if the words are for the dead or myself nothing, only memories I drink until they're real to me dimensions in their imagery surround and imprison me belittled by its mystery I'm victim to its mimicry simple as it's meant to be lost to the complexity I give just what it is to me levitating weightlessly I'm nowhere momentarily when all is truly near to me we often have to let go of what we cannot control scream my words into tomorrow just to hear them echo And level off and think back to all was really in tact laying pennies on the train tracks to watch them flat and expand before my uncle relapsed and moved in our house bringing women in and out I listen through the walls my mother was a song in the beauty of her youth when I reminisce I imagine 1992 my father's on the grind always working all the time I walk about unsupervised I rhyme for that past life lucid dreams on black ice sliding in the twilight nothing truly finite no punchlines, no pyrite no fools gold, no limelight I do this for the love the only thing I feel is real Some see me as a martian a rapper wearing cardigans but music is my oxygen healing broken promises I remember all of it when no one's left recalling it talking to myself in the shadows of my consciousness I rhyme for that past life lucid dreams on black ice sliding in the twilight nothing truly finite no punchlines, no pyrite no fools gold, no limelight I do this for the love the only thing I feel is real