TO BE FREE

BITTER SWEET,

LIBERTY AND JUSTICE..

THAT I DO KNOW.

JUST LIKE THE QUARTERS THAT I FOUND,

LIKE A CIGARETTES..

WENT UP IN SMOKE.

5 YEARS,
OF SILENT SCREAMS...I JUST GOT THE JUST,

TO GET OUTTA THERE,

BREATH OR BUST.

STARTED OUT ...

BEGGING LUNCH,

FROM SIRMAR WARRIORS OF THE STREAM.

WHO'D CUT YOU OUT...

SHUT DOWN YOUR DREAMS... WINGS,

SWEET AND BLUE,

SETTLE FOR NOW...

JUST MY BROKEN GUITAR ...

STALE CIGARETTES AND CHEAP BOOZE...

MIDNIGHT BLUES..

COFFEE SHOP FULL,

OF ALL KINDS OF PROPOSALS..

ALOT TO TRAP,

CONTROL, AND MOLD YOU,

HOLD YOU BACK, BREAK YOU...

YELLOW DRESS LADY ,TEARS OFF BORROWED SHOES..

PITY THAT WORKING, EVEN THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES..

RESTAURANT DOWN THE ROAD....

WANTED FRIES.

LIVIING TORONTO,

LIKE A CAROUSEL BLIND MOUSE RIDE..

WITH ICICLE POLES

FROM DOWN SOUTH TO HOLD...

MELTING AS THEY LIE..

ACTED LIKE A WILD HORSE,

THEN A CAT ON A WINDOW SEIL,

WITH THIS WOMAN I MET..

SHE BEEN READING HER MAIL...

THE QUESTION ...

WILL I PLANT MY ASS HERE..

OR MAY-BE ELSE WHERE..

WILL I FIND A PEARL..

NICE WOMAN...

WILL SHE FIND A PEARL...

THE PEOPLE, OF,, BY AND FOR THE PEOPLE..

TORLY RIDE, BUS, TAXI. TO CHURCH..

GOD, I MISS SO MUCH. ...

BUT NONE OF THE HURT...

FRIEND WRITE OZONE GREENHOUSE,

ON A RAG..

FOR POETRY,

MORE THEN A DREAM..

"STOP POLUTING"

SHE SCREAMS.

STOP THE HUNCH..

YES THE NEIRBORHOOD..

DROP THE CRUNCH, HUH...

I BEEN DRAFTED..

ON DOLPHINS DAY,

I HAVE BEEN SHAFTED...

OOPS, DANGER,

DID YOU SAY IT...?...

JOHNNY LIVING OUT SKID ROW FANTASY..

AND THE ONLY DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE HAUNTING ME..

TIN CUPS GOT PAST AROUND..

I GOT ZONED OUT,

BELOW ZERO,

FROM SITTING WAYSIDE,

I DON'T RUN,

I CHOOSE NOT TO HIDE..

LIKE A POOR CHILD,

MADE AN ICE BOX OUT OF CARDBOARD,

ON SUNNYSIDE,

SEEING A COMMON REVALUATION...

BUT I'M LONELY, LOST,AND REALLY SEEN.....WRITTEN BY SODA SOULE 1997