60 Watt

people often take jabs at me I rather take a punch than them stabbing me they think I can't feel their slide of hand they think I'm not aware of their schemes and devious plans I see em coming in my dreams their so predictable it's rediculous how they spit ridicule at me in subtle ways l strike early before the sun is hot always in the same spot hair tied in a knot stir some grits in a pot hum a tune and wait for a knock knowing all the time the doors unlock I see you over there in the dark "step over into the light"