Dirty lil Things

Lying on the bed,
Thinking of what to do,
Nothing seem to cross my mind,
My brain is trying to catch up on things,
Don’t know how it’s going to sustain,
This pain and misery it sees all around.

There is something that needs to be done,
About the situation that we are in,
Talking has left us no where,
We got to think of something completely insane,
A thing that has never been tried before,
Maybe that will get us back to shore,
Get us back to where we belong.

We got to act on it soon,
We ain’t got any time in our hands,
It’s slipping away like the sand,
Think of something really fast,
Better take control of all this trash.

You don’t have to take the blame,
Don’t have to fall from your domain,
You got to take control,
You ain’t gonna get stabbed in this roll,
This is not a game of play card stick ,
That’s being played by freakin’ lunatics.

After a while,
Once we’re through,
Nothing will ever look the same,
It will be a whole new game,
A brand new life, a start from the scratch,
Away from all the smutty trash,
Life’s going to be a funky mix,
Mix of the good, better and great.