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I could not exist on this plane
without a name to describe
the flame that burns inside
I was a child who hid behind
the door coz I didn't want to
go outside I had so much to
discover inside of cupboards
more than pillows gave me
comfort I came to explore
count every block on the floor
take every knob off every door
see the world from the inside
already been outside came
back in wishing I could fly
wanted to see brighter lights
in a room watching cartoons
curious about how one see's
stars by getting hit too hard
confusion always made me
aware of something I wasn't
seeing clear enough to make
sense of I liked playing with
other kids but I was more
fascinated with the actions
of grownups doing things
that grownups shouldn't do
life's a lesson many can teach
"what's done in the dark"
you know the other part
karma always hits its mark
amazing how a man labeled
a monster can be the same
guy who had the whole world
running through open doors
believing they can fly funny
how sometimes good intentions
tend to backslide and go astray
hard work goes down the drain
the same man who sang
"I'M A BAD MAN"
the brighter the lights
the higher the flame
illuminates the name
makes man think ish don't
stank but sometime it takes
a Lifetime to turn a light on
to see the kinda things
we miss by being entertained
the reason why Jell-O pudding
pops don't taste the same
