inner city, seeking true inner ability
on that road of divine inner humility.
shadowed, shifted and shouted
stones do break these bones
like rocks strewn at glass houses.
so fucking sick of being sick,
ridiculously tired of feeling used.
growing older with a heart
that's subconsciously black and bruised.
consciously and honestly,
i've got one hand full of ego
and the others filled with modesty.
