Men in Black: Still the sun rise.

In God We Trust, but let my people go. Like a fallen angel I've been bad and dug a hole because I wasn't any the wise. Will I be for-give-n time? Must I still pay the system and people that stink and sink the majority by a-betting they are the minority?

Where was I when the rules were writ? Who sat at the table and de-clarified where trust should sit and to touch is to be bit? So I sit and scratch like the animal that I am. Wonder about the plan. Why I'm confused and see every scam. Even if the president is black man, he's wearing blue and read the paper that holds true the shoe fits, a foot's dis-stance. I hope too he'll see through.

But don't have pity. I still sit high in the city. There are many that need your hand rather than mine. I see time and find lines. See space and homeostais. Step aside and take things in stride. Won't do what I can't and can't do what I won't. Do what you will, think about what?...to fill.

Look for the light an' see all. Image 'I' nation when it's night, but in the lights, the vision is imposed, like a dear dear deer in the road. What is this thing we call reality? Some say ill-US-i-on. Some say TH.IS is IT. So is it really? Just for the comfort of knowing? We are behind the masks we use, to smile and chose. Or is it because we know the comfort of being? Behind or in front, on the way up or down. For better or worse, sicker and poorer. Does not matter, still the sun rise and house fly.