by
Edward K.
Brown II "Thanks.
As mentioned earlier, I have been writing for some time--and in writing there
are many factors that complicate one's work. Life, for me anyway, is the same
way. There are factors. And I take those factors and I log them in a collection
I call My Journal of Experience. This poem is called 'The P Factor.'" [Listen
, 0.75MB
<explicit>] Paranoia--
The streets are filled-- All eyes, all I's. Walk,
do not run. You cannot hide. All eyes, all I's. C'mon,
c'mon-- That's what you got to do. All eyes, all I's The
hustle and bustle-- Need some muscle? Baby, I'm all eyes, all I's. Life
at the Center Ain't gettin' any better-- Sad eyes, sad I's. Grass
roots getting trimmed-- Public welfare slimmed-- Hurt eyes, hurt I's.
Egos
clashing-- Tongue's lashing-- All eyes, all I's. Human
confrontation-- Potential escalation-- Angry eyes, angry I's. Taps,
tapes, Psychological rapes-- Romantic lies, all I's. FBI
I be fucked-- Closed eyes, closed eyes. Congressional
hearings-- Judgmental bearings-- All ayes for ayes. Catch
22's-- Singin' the Blues-- Be wise all I's 'Cause they can Getcha,
gotcha, good! OOOHHH
within these eyes, "Oh say, can you see?" Click
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