Private Permission

Lyrics

Its time to man up and quit actin like a robot No man goes deprogrammed in the land of covered sore spots When comforts hand knocks on my door I keep my door locked Keep my feet planted firmly to the floor like angry warlock And as soon as midnight strikes, the hands of time grab my neck I sit and write like it's the last night of my life and I pretend like I'm fine—the problem is I've lost my high and Life won't fit inside my pipe— its my psyche I don't think he really likes my kind, set fire Ignite my insight on the flip side How'd it get wet? It's sweat, a result from the bomb threats from Whoever has my conscience in hostage No, i'm not sick, I'm gifted and I will not forfeit I'm pregnant with beauty—and I ain't havin' no abortion I won't cut the umbilical chord, this things enormous I'm getting nauseous—lifeless—more or less Tortoise tucked head—itchin', prociline doll, organs A big almighty man scared of a little bitty critters Is in fear of that which possesses the opposite of his weakness In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head In my head is plan In my plan is a sketch Why are you always watching me? Go a head fill me in, go ahead fill me in You got my permission I'm not your property My common cognitive sequence covers tracks He's hard to follow, sort of like anticipations of What occupies tomorrow—I walk my blind seeing eye dog— On all hands and knees, tryin' to squeeze the breeze tight like python-exercise the muscles of my mind until my mind pops Out of my eye sockets—Ill be fine—with the sight of a cockeyed Cyclops, find me-between-the fine line of idolized and Resentful-in denial, pullin' my skeleton behind me—with a smile pulled over my head—cuz its messy, point my light in any direction. I fight for an entrance, a secret exit into permanence Beating death with a firm grip I'm cracked, drenched in a waxy coat of resistance— So, hold the magnifying glass as close as you can up to my image And when I drip into the cracks of the cement I'm skinny dippin'—in the rushing stream of consciousness With no life jacket on, pryin' back the filter caps What goes in will stay in - you can never scrub the residue Therefore, I brain storm, keep your face warm In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head In my head is plan In my plan is a sketch Why are you always watching me? Go a head fill me in, go ahead fill me in You got my permission I'm not your property In my hand is a pledge in my hands is my head In my head is plan In my plan is a sketch Why are you always watching me? Go a head fill me in, go ahead fill me in You got my permission I'm not your property I'm not your property