Blind Man Walking 4/8/05
Got your eyes open, but Walking Blind;
Down dark pastures filled with white lies,
Deception,
and Conniving;
Disguised as friend and dependent on them;
Never allowed to depart from the porch,
never stopped suckling the bosom;
S.O.S,
forever in crutches
Got your eyes open,
still can't see;
With cerebral capacity
to expand to a level beyond the Farm;
However like Fat Joe you choose to lean back;
going over the limit,
while close to the edge,
losing your balance unable to stand
Got your eyes open,
but your minds wide shut;
Going through the same cycles,
but I ain't mad at cha' ya';
afraid to leap-out on faith,
or maybe it's the possibility of landing dead on your face;
Got your eyes open,
but sheltered from the real;
Just open your mind,
clear your sight,
and ask
The Most High to guide your Earthly flight
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