bouncin on the dribble...

over there i went a lookin... n right here is where i wound up...as it came a callin. eyes changed n here i am... did this a few times over n got fed up tryin on luv... im not the same man... course went that way as away run faster than my patience had time... yet with the side step, spin, stiff arm, hurdle, n cut, i played in lusts... found game is the act of not playin games to get what was wanted again n again... unravelin the mind as correctin self made sense to come back as somethin to trust... goin one way home to not knowin where ive lived was worth the feel of becomin a man... there is where ive been as its been done n noted in the book of diddles with more to come as i will not hide... here from back then i made it as me standin on my own flaws as i learned a few things that went numb... no regrets nor credits need pointed out for exposure of ones own had a moment to open up n figure out what emotion truly was... now in the center of my life movin to the swing of things i loosen up jus bcuz i can... i felt the pain after fallin from the tip of the blade as i slid down the betrayal that introduced itself as mine... didnt see that one flippin at the jibs as i was damned... rolled up shop n it kept me from prolongin a come up i once had as more than my share of fun went n reached for a touch...... around the way i come back full circle on the spin that left the head rotatin from side to side... as im me wantin only one thing to understood before i hold a hand... im not a work in progress for ive came from a place i had to go to relate to the fluxuation between the heart n the thoughts that stir up old memories cut short as its ok to live as who it is as my one... bouncin on the dribble ive stuffed more holes than i wanna admit jus bcuz i cant remember all of them once we were done... it was a good ride n id like to keep things the way they are so let my past rest where it resides... if u can...