Basic Babylon Survival Skills.

Don't let a mexican walk away with your honey. Don't let a nigga walk away with your money. And don't ever let a bitch walk away with your heart.

True Love.

True Love has no laws, it makes no demands, it keeps no record of wrongs, it requires no sacrifice. It is itself a sacrifice, a stripping away of the ego along with all of it's fears and insecurities. It tells no lies. It always sings the truth in its song. Only Love will set us Free...nothing in between you and me. Love is forever. It needs nothing. It stands, naked and vulnerable, real beyond any need to justify itself or prove its authenticity. It stands alone, without judgement, without conditions,

Higher Power.

Faith in a higher power has the added benifit of having access to that power. Faith enables an individual the power to be a part of something bigger than themselves. Belief in a creator provides the opportunity to co-create with the creator. Faith and Power go hand in hand. Power requires faith to unlock its potential. Faith is the knowledge of the Truth that comes with the ability to see thru the illusions. It is Awareness. To see clearly, face to face, rather than thru the obscure darkness of the devils in between us. I am one with all that is. Awareness is the knowledge of ONE, the alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, the substance and the void, the light and the shadows, the devil and jesus.

Zopilote.

Vivo como un zopilote en Norte Americana, living like a tramp out in the cold. I just want you close to me, I want to be right by your side, so I'm southbound to where the cocaine grows.

I Trusted You...

I gave you my heart and watched you walk away in the dark...I want to touch you. I feel so alone, I've got my ear to the phone, and i'm calling out your name...can you hear me? can you hear me calling out your name? You walked away from me, cradling my heart in your hands. I see you...thru the panes of the windows of my soul and I just want to reach out and touch you. So I stand, with my face pressed to the glass and I call out your name. Can you hear me? I feel so all alone, a dark gypsy without a home, can you hear me calling out your name?

Still Alive.

Its raining and it's cold, I'm tired of doing what I'm told, I feel like I've been bought and sold...but I'm still Alive.

Pigs with sticks.

It is a world of illusions, is this the final spin? searching for something real beneath a veneer of plastic skin. Trapped in a wax museum where I am chased around by pigs with sticks that want to catch me and throw me into a mental institution...apparently i didn't pay the fee at the door. I never signed up for this and i never asked to be here in the first place! I tell one of them that has me pinned in a corner. He askes for my I.D. and if I am branded by the mark of the beast. I laugh as the curtain closes...and his face melts into a puddle on the floor.