• As I lay down to rest
    I start to confess
    my sins of the immoral
    bringing the historical
    reference of time
    paid in dimes
    before I had to design
    and recognize
    street beats filled with dollar signs
    sucked into the world of limes, lemons, rasberries
    I only had to grow taller just to burst the very cherry of spring,
    letting out a harmonic ring
    wedding bells sing
    I, the lyrical fiend
    consumed in the depths of darkness...