Dressing In Words - (Original Song)
Better that you got out better that you made it.
Sitting in the dog house and your chain is your vice.
Better that you looked for someone that’s not hated.
Better that you found yourself in me.
Oh and it’s cold. It’s darker down here do you want this old coat?
Oh and I’m told, you’ve lived in the dark before wasting like mold.
And I’ve stripped down naked to see you
then I’ve worn your words like a friend.
There isn’t a poem that’s not true
but the lack of one doesn’t pretend it’s okay in the end.
Better that you realize that you’re getting weaker.
Better that we see faults in our line.
But even now our future isn’t getting bleaker
because freedom means our hearts are fine.
Oh and it’s sweet, not thinking of walking with brown sugar feet.
And it is fire, wind in my wings fuel the heart and desire.
Oh the writer is black and so raw,
chews on pens spits with ink with a sore jaw.
And the pianist is judge that lights law
plays with grace cuts the key with her own saw.