rooftop 2 rooftop. taking in angles unseen by most.
getting it in. doing those things no
t everyone trusts.
swinging on a rope. good enough 2 earn some doe
.
this is me. and my stroke has its own show.
side 2 side. playing with danger.
living life. looking @ perfect strangers.
suds and water. clearing away the filth so folks can see.
for the day to touch there face as the
y do their deeds.
and its funny how they
peep. taking long glances at me.
yet they couldn't do as i do.
i 
hear it all the time.
treated like a dumb azz janitor. i got a few chosen words of my own rattling in the mind.
if they only knew what it took to do a
s i do. they'd give a little lead way.
see i am a man the same as they. yet i am of a rare breed. born to do what others will not. living outside the mind. pushing boundaries refusing to stop. and they are
frightened to looksy over the edge. wondering how i can live
so loose?
you se
e this is my life, and it's all mine to use.
unlike those stuck in a nine to
five. wasting valuable time.
i live unlike th
em. unhappy and scared inside.
choking their way into a submission.
tapping out.
i'm watching cubicle creatures stare in my direction. freaking out.
with fingers outward. pressed
against the glass.
unknowing i am as free i want to be, as i pass.
i am smiling wit
h a head nod. living everyday as if it were my last.
unwilling for life to live me past. for i know it's too damn fast.
i dangle from the edge.
knowing it could be my last breath.
i need it. as it is what brings out my best.
HIGH RISE. i am good at what i do.
got my ipod and a chair. gliding my way past you.
knowing what it tak
es to put a shine in other
s lives.
more than luminance as if in
visible to the naked eye.
is the glass between us even there? playing mind games.
that must be how the forehead and finger prints wind up
on more than the window panes.
glass so clean. it can not be seen.
another story done and ready. this must be a dream.
how can o
ne have this much fun and have a hand so steady? turn around and get paid to do it.
looking down as everyone else looks up. it is what it is. repelling from above.
i hang from the rooftops as if i am immortal. testing my end to its end.
with only a pocket full of quarters. coming up short as one has to become the ropes best friend.
getting it in. doing those things no
t everyone trusts.swinging on a rope. good enough 2 earn some doe
.this is me. and my stroke has its own show.
side 2 side. playing with danger.
living life. looking @ perfect strangers.
suds and water. clearing away the filth so folks can see.
for the day to touch there face as the
y do their deeds.and its funny how they
peep. taking long glances at me.yet they couldn't do as i do.
i 
hear it all the time.treated like a dumb azz janitor. i got a few chosen words of my own rattling in the mind.
if they only knew what it took to do a
s i do. they'd give a little lead way.see i am a man the same as they. yet i am of a rare breed. born to do what others will not. living outside the mind. pushing boundaries refusing to stop. and they are
frightened to looksy over the edge. wondering how i can live
so loose?you se
e this is my life, and it's all mine to use.unlike those stuck in a nine to
five. wasting valuable time.i live unlike th
em. unhappy and scared inside.choking their way into a submission.
tapping out.i'm watching cubicle creatures stare in my direction. freaking out.
with fingers outward. pressed
against the glass.unknowing i am as free i want to be, as i pass.
i am smiling wit
h a head nod. living everyday as if it were my last.unwilling for life to live me past. for i know it's too damn fast.
i dangle from the edge.
knowing it could be my last breath.i need it. as it is what brings out my best.
HIGH RISE. i am good at what i do.
got my ipod and a chair. gliding my way past you.
knowing what it tak
es to put a shine in other
s lives.more than luminance as if in
visible to the naked eye.is the glass between us even there? playing mind games.
that must be how the forehead and finger prints wind up
on more than the window panes.glass so clean. it can not be seen.
another story done and ready. this must be a dream.
how can o
ne have this much fun and have a hand so steady? turn around and get paid to do it.
looking down as everyone else looks up. it is what it is. repelling from above.
i hang from the rooftops as if i am immortal. testing my end to its end.
with only a pocket full of quarters. coming up short as one has to become the ropes best friend.
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