Silent Thoughts by Leoki Lyrics
as i sit and i watch the lady wipe the floor
and next to her is the bathroom where men pass and go through the door
i sit and wonder to myself about the life
i am living in,
and it's interesting that the homies call me
quite the feminine
i'd watch a bee take some pollen from its flower
and from the host i take its water and use it for me to shower
think about the girls chatting and boys chasing
nothing but a pebble afloat in space
the galaxy, a universe, a face
the mind, the spirit, the soul
it is what connects us whole
i would idle in my classroom and watch the teacher teach
recollecting my thoughts not comprehending what the teacher taught
recollecting my thoughts thinking bout a
girl "maybe i should shoot my shot"
mockery, impressions and actions
mockery imprisons the actor
my id, my ego, my.
my self, my body, mine
a grid, a number, my life
speechless as i would hear my pastor's
speech
needless children in thought,
confused hearing the guru speak
everything is at fault
or is it my own, my blown
mind and epiphanies
countless budgets from the bills to pennies
markers marking in chalk
children's talking would spark
spark the idea in a man who is
confused often stuck in remorse
remorse turning to grudge
grudge converting to slugs
sluggish behavior, my misdemeanor
my mistake, i mistaken you for another
slug
my finger pointing to you, you which is a me
a me i can't often touch, i cannot see
poems turn into rap and raps turn into songs
my longing has turned into psalms
psalms into a story, stories becoming a heartbreak,
for me to ask you if you're okay; no longer a thing in my place
and next to her is the bathroom where men pass and go through the door
i sit and wonder to myself about the life
i am living in,
and it's interesting that the homies call me
quite the feminine
i'd watch a bee take some pollen from its flower
and from the host i take its water and use it for me to shower
think about the girls chatting and boys chasing
nothing but a pebble afloat in space
the galaxy, a universe, a face
the mind, the spirit, the soul
it is what connects us whole
i would idle in my classroom and watch the teacher teach
recollecting my thoughts not comprehending what the teacher taught
recollecting my thoughts thinking bout a
girl "maybe i should shoot my shot"
mockery, impressions and actions
mockery imprisons the actor
my id, my ego, my.
my self, my body, mine
a grid, a number, my life
speechless as i would hear my pastor's
speech
needless children in thought,
confused hearing the guru speak
everything is at fault
or is it my own, my blown
mind and epiphanies
countless budgets from the bills to pennies
markers marking in chalk
children's talking would spark
spark the idea in a man who is
confused often stuck in remorse
remorse turning to grudge
grudge converting to slugs
sluggish behavior, my misdemeanor
my mistake, i mistaken you for another
slug
my finger pointing to you, you which is a me
a me i can't often touch, i cannot see
poems turn into rap and raps turn into songs
my longing has turned into psalms
psalms into a story, stories becoming a heartbreak,
for me to ask you if you're okay; no longer a thing in my place