IN THE AIR
Seems lately I cry at the drop of a hat
And I want to lash out but you뭨e not here for
Me to lash out at.
And I want a moment not to even consider
The odds
And I want to place a kiss, full on the mouth of God
I welcome the pain of conflict for the joy of
Resolution
Embrace the problem for the peace of solution
And claim the injustice for the thrill of revolution
It뭩 in the air, it뭩 as hot as Atlanta burning
Be careful. Beware.
It뭩 a deep-rooted call it뭩 a deep-rooted
Yearning
I am a master of disguise, I am resilient
And the WINGED SPIRITS talk to me
And their messages are brilliant
Cause I can creep right in and
I can sit right down
And I can slip right out before you know I뭭e
been
Around this block a time or two
And if you won뭪 hold it against me, I won뭪
Hold it against you.
The vultures are circling and they뭨e waiting
For me to die
And I laugh my best laugh 멵ause I know their
last meal will be humble pie
I뭠l be their dyke-like darling, be nocturnal
Release
멦il they find they want more.
And when they뭨e done with their feeding and
I뭭e stopped my bleeding
I뭠l grab my bloody boot strap and pull up off
the floor