Where Are You?

Papa always politicked, and Mama never gave a shit
Debbie was a communist who didn’t care whose balls she licked
Kinda funny 'cause money is your god, not mine
The great grape vine was never supposed to age like wine
The little we have, the many we don’t
The connections of our fathers
Who only conquered when in Rome
Peter Piper fiddled like he never met the devil
I got a lesson from a Texan, turning diamonds out of… (what?)
What’s a circus to a flea
All this dirt inside of me
It’s a hustle if you can make it
Incorporate it
And get free, all this dirt
I acquired, couldn’t hear a peep
It wasn’t faith, I took the leap
Used to laugh out
Was gonna be my baby’s mother
Such a sight for sore eyes
I think I can love you from afar
Doesn’t really matter where you are
I think I can love you from afar
Doesn’t really matter where you are
Beware the seller, the product is you
My golden hell was a Girl’s Gone Wild
DVD in the Blue-Ray section
Got my finger on the dial
Cryin between her thighs
Islands moving in the sky
Catch a break, catch a drift
See, Heaven’s calling from the distance
Break me in
The howl’s got me down
Fuck the instructions, read the directions
Pressure building in my head
War & Peace
You know this novel never really had an end
Now we’ll never really have an end
I think I can love you from afar
Doesn’t really matter where you are
I think I can love you from afar
Doesn’t really matter where you are
Such a sight for sore eyes
Cry in between a demon’s thighs