Next

What do you think you mean 

When you tell me everything is clean 

But you know what that can mean 

Being clean isn't a sure thing 

People never change 

No spare change 

I can't help you out of this binge 

Just forgive me 

For the real thing 

I'm just right here 

Oh my friends

Where are you now?

You aren't right here 

You never were

Always stuck in your mind 

Always thinking of your self 

I'm not afraid of my prime 

Never gonna put my books on the shelf 

The dust of waste 

All a matter of being displaced 

But my vision is straight 

Balancing my time 

Making some rhymes 

I'm still not sure of what this is

But all I know 

I'm throwing a mean pitch 

Spitting my game 

Wishing I was on a plane 

Escaping the shame of faces and places

Running into the masses who are coloring canvases 

I'm ready for what's next 

Just let me know what's next