connected?
I am dirt and inside me
is a root of a tree
connected to the tree of knowledge running down to hell
itself
Inside my heart is a ticking time bomb
Inside my pocket is a note from my mom
Telling me I am loved
I am loved but I do not know it and I do not feel it,
I am made of the same dirt as you
I am dirt and you can’t dig me
So I am on the outside looking in
I am alone stuck in your skin.
I am a problem… I’m a maze of dead ends
I’m called selfish by my family and friends
I am called selfish because I want to feel good
Deep in my soul I just want to be good
I want for one moment just to be good
What do you do when you want to feel good?
You go to your friends
you go outside
You make love
you go for a ride
You take Prozac
you eat a big mac
Your kites flying high
mines held back
Because I am tethered to the root of the tree of knowledge
People like me have no voice
With the cards I been dealt I have no choice
All bets are off
all my moves have been made.
I took a hit from the dealer
when I should have stayed.
And the dealer has won
my parents told me I would fall
I saw it coming and still bet it all.
Now I don’t have a dime…and..I can’t keep
this rhyme
I am dirt and So I bury myself the only way I know how.
I love my family but they don’t know me
‘cause they can’t see inside me
Is a root of a tree of knowledge running down to hell itself.
Medicine can’t help me ‘cause my disease is addiction.
I bet I’d get help if cancer were my affliction.
But I am an addict so I get a ten day detox.
Trapped in my self with no keys for these locks.
If I was a rock star I bet I’d have health care.
Driving in LA with a bumper sticker that said DARE.
But I am dirt I am nothing so you just stare.
Here I am.
And I will stay this way because
to you I am useless,
so I have no job
so I have no money
so I am not a consumer
so I am not a citizen.
So I am not American
so I am alone in this nation invisible to all…
I have no gifts to give except. …All my shit in this bag… And when you aint got nothing
you got nothing to lose (bob dylan said that)
I’m just an obstacle in your way (I said that)
My curse has no power to ruin your good day.
I am the final digit in Pi
and that is why
You can’t look me in the eye
‘Cause you cannot throw money at me and make me go away.
Like throwin presents at your kiddies on Christmas day.
So good fuckin luck tryin to change ME!
Like you change the channel on your plasma TV
Like you change the oil in your SUV
Dude. I’m Like your girlfriends mind you can’t change me!
You want to give me a present?
you want to help me?
Give me an axe to cut down this tree!
….of knowledge
connected and safe
in the dirt
I am a drug addict
I am nothing
I am dirt…just like you
-writtenbyjohnmorelloawhileback
Jack says:
John,
I just lost a friend who lost a long battle with the beast. Talk about talent!!! Talk about a waiste !!!
April 3rd, 2008 at 10:29 pm