Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Traveling where we're not wanted
Where we've walked and
Where we've driven is
Only an imprint of what's actually there.
We've spoken in silences, too
Loud to be written in words, too
Somber to be translated to a speakable
Dialect, but understand that we've spoken volumes.
But it still wasn't
Loud enough
To get through most of the
Brick walls
That have littered our paths.
December 6, 2005
Suge
Where we've driven is
Only an imprint of what's actually there.
We've spoken in silences, too
Loud to be written in words, too
Somber to be translated to a speakable
Dialect, but understand that we've spoken volumes.
But it still wasn't
Loud enough
To get through most of the
Brick walls
That have littered our paths.
December 6, 2005
Suge
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Traveling where we`re not wanted
Traveling where we`re not wanted