Study the tapes there
is money to make, okay
Buddy, you fake, I am
pudgy with cake, okay

Dummies mistake
every word that I say, okay
Many will hate never
congratulate, okay

Muddiest lakes they
bathe and then shake, okay
They crawfish barely
have half a brain, okay

Study my tapes I
wanted the fame, okay
In high school, I was
mindful of pain, okay

In high school a
mind full of pain, okay
Could have you feeling
like life was a drain, okay

We mediate and deviate
from designed plans
until our eyes are reopened
by them divine hands

I try, man, to have
visions like the Mayans
but less civilized in
the era of tyrants

I still strive to live better…
I still strive to live better…

We so opposite
in documents
It’s hard to tell where
our topics switched
but with confidence
I give you this
like a chain
where a locket sits

Reminisce with me…Indigo Elephants…
You sent a picture of this
when I landed in August
but then disappeared
like the foggiest of memories
and now I search the stars
across the continents
just another lost soul
needing acknowledgement
without the politics, an optimist

Astrology got me
searching for you Capricorn
like Anthony Bourdain
Parts Unknown…

I had dinner the other day
where he ate in Shanghai
then I wondered what
you were doing with
a tear in my eye
because I knew I had
to let you go
but by letting you go
I loose a bit of my soul, though

And it’s like I let
these dream killers
and non-believers
get one over me and you
who are truly the dream weavers

But it’s all good, though,
because I won’t shatter
Because after all the
lights and screams nothing
but my dreams matter

Like Pac said…
my beliefs won’t budge
I will still give you
Unconditional Love

So, I’m coming home
and I don’t know what’s next
but I guess I’m the type
to always take regrets
and turn them into text which
I invent and invest into song
so the legacy of my family carries on

I’ve met many of
people afraid of legacy
partially because of the
unknown of the heavenly

It’s not fantasy when
I say my ancestors
told me in song
That, Clementine, it
was you all along
and I was wrong…

And there really
ain’t much more
left to say
As the Mandarin Sun Sets
on this day

I hope for your happiness
and a family of your own
All the ingredients
of a happy home

But, I still roam…alone…