heads spinnin before i take my evening nap
put to sleep by ramblings of the rain
curled up like a fetus in the sack
syncopated beats pound my window pain
kinda like this sleep is my crack
need it like a needle in my vein
can’t seem to get off of my back
and get out this house to face the strain
dirty laundry in the closet
time to clean it out and set it free
i know that life has got to have some losses
and things i can’t control i must let be
and sink by planks to row my courses
to chosen destiny at the laundromat for two
or three hours watchin street to see
a glimpse of tantalus strapped in chains
no that’s atlas stretchin fuck it
holdin this world all in vane
goin headless chicken insane
and nobody knows my name
since zeus took all the fame
and lucifer took the reign
and media took the brain
the president yellin change
but i just met a man on the street
and he was hollin for the same thang
he was searchin for some hope
always lookin
beer needles weed or dope
who knows what’s cookin
said I’m not the devil’s work
i’m just god’s puddin
as we smoked a white witch
said he was born and raised in brooklyn
but had 8 kids across the bouroughs
so he had to keep bookin
now with child support shookin
and his babies in a bind
he’s sleepin anywhere that he can find
can’t get a job don’t got a dime
just 50 cent and a satan stick
that coulda been mine
and an homage in rhyme
to laundry time