on the left side   a parking attendant sleeps   selling space and time.   on the right side...   they have grasped the concept    of property.   understand that space and time   can be twisted into someone's    monetary advantage   but, i can see myself    In that building that stands   across from me.   Reflecting in the sky.   You can see yourself   Swim along the giant whales   down the street.   Reflecting in the sky   On sunny days   The people on the beach    Like ants in my food.   They must have closed the mall.   Here comes whitey to exploit   The simple pleasures nature gave me,   Then Try to tax them all.   Lay in the yard.   Curled in a ball.   hails in your mouth.   Keys still in the car door.    Face in the dirt.   Smells more than clean.   Synapsis tapped.   You're well out.   On the side of the house.   Its burned in the ground.   That secret code.   That signal go.   There's a stain on the grass   That's calling us home   You lie inside for the   Transistor send.   My heart skips a beat.   Lie blinded.   Out of reach.   Out of touch.   Out of ink.   Out of kindness   Never hazing new guys.   Out of teeth.   Out of thought.   Out of time.   Out of life   Like cattle grazing.   Your mind.   On the way to the car.   On the of the stone.   On the edge of the lake.   On the end of the joke.   On the crack of the floor   On the slab of the day.   On the dent of the face.   On the mind of the cop.   On the scar of the rat.   On the last of the calls.   On the rest of the doc.   On the smile of the kid.   Pick me up.   Take me home.   Get me out of here.    Please.   On the underside i'm letting go...   they know were on to them.   we know to avoid - their snare   they're pulling us back   we run for cover   escape is far   i'm letting go...   its scaring me   break...   i'm gonna break...