Changes - Asylum
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Chorus:
A thug changes and Love Changes and best friends become strangers
1st Verse:
Back in the day I had ways that I would deal with dilemmas
The vendettas and grudges always had me tuckin barettas
I was the cat usually dressed in black in the back of a club
ready to scat them rats and that’s a fact no love
I was the alpha male, and still am to a degree,
the only difference now is I am when I need to be
I had a lot to prove to dudes that were lookin and mugging
always thuggin to true form when it came to trigga tuggin - listen,
Im speaking bio, nonfiction, read your last benediction
At the funeral home with you in a prone positions
..But that’s the past… I changed from the fast lane,
To the shoulder, when I got older and wise
Those the innocent eyes of my children gave me revelations
Had to reevaluate my pride in situations
don’t get me wrong, im not the one to test,
But let it be known son, I could really care less
Chorus
Now in this cold cold world you were the fire that burned,
the smile I learned and every single place that I turned
when situations were elevated and I couldn’t breathe,
asphyxiated from life’s stresses when powers that be
got me feeling locked down like penitentiary thoughts
insanity plots, scheming for whatever could stop the
pain time and again you were the hug that I needed
emotionally defeated but only you seemed to beat it
with your words of affection and how you looked in my eyes,
I visualized a better life, with you as my wife,
the piece of the puzzle that I had finally found
the angel sent to be my keeper midst the sins of this town
but then the town seemed to pull you into ways of the world
I had to question the association of me and my girl
Priorities lost and now I’m back in the cold
Perfection is a fallacy, let it be told
Chorus
You were the brother from another mother all the time we said it
And anytime you had a problem I’d be there to dead it,
And anytime I had a problem you’d be there to dead it,
Forget it, we were like same person embedded
in one mind at one time partners in crime partners in wealth
through thick or thin, sickness or health
And then you moved away and left me alone,
i maintained cause we always stayed connected by phone
but then the phone calls stopped and your number was changed
I never heard back and that was just strange
I got sick thinking something might’ve taken my dog,
But then you moved back to vegas and gave me a call,
You were a whole different person, I don’t understand
What could have happened to the cat that I thought was my man
You passed me on the street as if we were strangers
as the world keeps spinnin, I guess everything changes
Chorus


Basically, my thoughts are elevated. A fusion of happiness, stress, tension, accomplishment, pride, optimism and frustration has taken my mind to a whole other level that really has me ready to say fuck it and just do what I want to do… write and give a shit less about anything else. I beg your pardon for cursing, but it’s just my sublime thought process that’s spitting out the garbage to make way for the eloquent dreams I’ll be having tonight. Not the typical carcass of imagination where I’m rushed through a preview of work projects, but rather (I’m hoping anyways) a journey by air where I just can’t quite control my speed of air travel perfectly, but can run on the drop of a dime to safeguard from the nightmarish undertones. Perhaps a visit to lush landscapes and tropical climates where the odd looking friends of my youth seem to find ways to make me smile up through my cheeks.
I’ve got symptoms of psychosis - diagnoses of a schizophrenic. I seem to get inside your head and spread just like an epidemic. Let it let me be and I’ll see a monster in spot of black ink. Crap, I think all my pills just got washed down the sink. I think I’ll call my shrink and find the topic of the hour then relax and read the Webster to increase my WORD POWER. I see my point of contemplation, lose my thoughts while contemplating, next I see my mental station’s figments of imagination with visions of a rubber walled room fill my fantasies. A rehabilitated loonatic I never planned to be, but can it be my thoughts stimulate minds like hypnosis? The conscious mind is blind to my symptoms of psychosis.