I`m still cruisin` my brain is sore.
Time is willing, it`s out the door.
There`s no correction, no female sport.
It`s locking up inside of my mind `cause
nothing`s clear anymore..
There`s no corruption, no train of thought.
Not even willing until I`m caught.
It`s like a judge and jury being bought,
by someone on the opposite side but
nothing`s clear anymore.
Take a look inside,
before you swallow your pride.
Take a look inside,
take a good look inside.
Stop and think about what you do,
try to understand.
- Rachel Lamb - r.lamb@mailexcite.com
