My car is my coffin
Every time I drive
I feel like I am drowning
I fear that on day. My grave!!
Will be set on I-95
Driving from exit 50 down to 39
Most of what I fear
Is beginning to appear
It's like a bad poem that I wrote
Or a bad joke that I told
Never been in Love
Never melted, never felt
The kiss on the forehead
I have this burning sensation deep inside
What is there to explain?
Always been down, never been up?
Never been approached the proper way
My period has never been late !!!!!
My Folks walk all over my nerves
Most of my peeps cannot relate
My associate, the one who listens
"""""My car"""" My Car
The one thing that brings me joy
Is out to kill me
I pictured my self in black, full of red
My eyes finally opened
Now that I was binding with death
And I felt there was no point
To wait for tomorrow
Because I had yet to find
The one that I have been searching for
My eyes stayed opened
As he stared into my broken window
To see if I was alive
As he pulled out my body
I began to cry
Cause, finally I got a chance to catch a glimpse
Of the man, who took his time?
To notice me.
