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“Man W/O A Face (Part II)”
Been running for years tryin’ to escape this case,
Found that I could never run away ’cause these scars still stay,
People look into my eyes seein’ past all the emotion and pain,
Disguised it so well as all these years have taught me how to hide all of that and still maintain,
See the years have changed – now I’m a bit older and wise,
Still seein’ how people lie to get what they want and think they need in their lives,
And I still cry,
All alone at night,
No one can see the tears because they fall and cry deep inside,
Learned that walking to my own beat is necessary in this cold, cold world,
Searching thru every step, thru every beat for peace of mind, happiness, love, rooted deep while trying to keep my balance as it all just swirls,
Ain’t had this anger in me since I was a young teen,
Still having those nightmares so I try hard not to sleep,
Pity me, no I’m just running fast and hard,
And I’m still seeing that there is no remedy for all these scars,
I’m treading water when in the ocean, crawling slow, and walking swiftly when necessary to avoid being noticed,
When one seems to be healed, it seems that more scars come up and its all unavoided,
The scars have lasted much of my life,
Took away my smile, my heart, and on course to take my plight,
But not without my fight,
Puttin’ it all on the line,
‘Cause if I don’t this could very well be my very last rhyme in this mad diary of mine,
Dashin’ and duckin’, without anytime to think,
No time to take a breath my life is nearly extinct,
I’m shaking and rolling, life is at a distance now,
Scars have finally fled!!! I’m free, oh no, no no……
POW.
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