Werd

[Mr. J]

I step into a garden, pardon the literature, mystery is upon me
History has got me parting ways with sanity, feeling immature...
like...nothing will touch me, actually..I'm starting to feel the cure
what...emasculated me to this emancipation, I'm relaxed and patient
took a sip of the passion fruit, one thing that I actually hated...
was where it stemmed from, where it came together and then some
twisted and bent up as though to die, darkness filled with no hope for life
you would see the glimmer gleam, hanging out front at center tree..
beckoned, a lesson comes from the reckoning it's like "Remember me"
the beauty alone is a cherished memory, then comes the first bite
the first time...and you start to savor the moment at the worst time
when you can't reverse time, set things right to plant another tree..
it hurts right..but n'er mind I always kept this thought up under me
if the planet is so motherly, why would she curse me with just one...
just one chance to do the right thing, I guess I'm just like she...
a bastard....bitch in her own right, and while she slept the whole night...
I took a ax to her, and chopped it down...