• The Other Side •
Who Knows
There's a shape to the shift,
If you catch my drift.
I'll never know why they call it a gift...
Pick through all my pieces,
Like flour in a sift.
Nobody "normal" will ever get,
To "pick up" on any of this.
You could ask what I know,
Now, about this here bit...
But, I already went to take a piss.
Guess my actions have answered it,
I don't care even the tiniest bit.
So, why are you so concerned,
How much of it I can get?
As I do nothing more than let it all sit.
I been minding my own business,
And, you're still, "all up in my shit!"
Looks to me, "normal" ain't the only ones,
With something they just can't get...
Last time that I checked,
Respect wasn't to just be given,
It goes in both directions
We all have to earn that shh it...
If you catch my drift.
I'll never know why they call it a gift...
Pick through all my pieces,
Like flour in a sift.
Nobody "normal" will ever get,
To "pick up" on any of this.
You could ask what I know,
Now, about this here bit...
But, I already went to take a piss.
Guess my actions have answered it,
I don't care even the tiniest bit.
So, why are you so concerned,
How much of it I can get?
As I do nothing more than let it all sit.
I been minding my own business,
And, you're still, "all up in my shit!"
Looks to me, "normal" ain't the only ones,
With something they just can't get...
Last time that I checked,
Respect wasn't to just be given,
It goes in both directions
We all have to earn that shh it...
