It was a rainy day
Mary Jane had just walked in from the rain
Saw me having a mascara with the empty glasses
Lined up along the table
Not nearly as empty as me
A sweet little girl seeing a distraught broken young man
She approached me out of everyone I guess it was fate
Or maybe it was her faith that she could turn my cold frown upside down
Or maybe morality
Let me get back to the story
I was having a drink when a woman comes and sits next to me and says hello
I look at her and say leave me be
So you may still walk away in peace
But she resisted the offer and watched as I scoffed down
Adding to my collection
So I warned that I am an Indigo child
if you really want to know what\'s troubling me then let\'s go for a walk
Matter a fact let\'s stroll to the darkest parts of my mind and soul
White America
Built off the backs of black heritage
Had to sneak food under they\'re tables that we prepared
While they chow on our soul food
While we had to keep pig intestines down
Maybe that\'s why I don\'t see many black Jews
Had to learn to navigate through the stars and the moon
Indigo children
Like Israel I Look to God and hopes he sends a Moses
Little did I know the one burning bush would soon be the one to speak to it
Ain\'t got a staff but these words are like Manna
I\'m panhandling for a cent yet all i receive is your two cents
crumbs and penny you don\'t share
No handout for your brothers and sisters
But what about black power
Panther mentality with a Job stride
God can take away the physical I am Spiritually enriched
Indigo soul child
Nights in the America
Dreaming of Africa
Hearing my mother screaming
My best friends is brandy Alexander,
cousin of Rick not to mention his sisters Mary Pickford and negroni
My teenage sweetheart rose Kennedy
Im sorry I got off topic but Shirley is skating inside my temple
Sorry if my love seems to have a peak
But anything over and my glass will spill
Spewing out my past
The alcohol burns going down
But throwing it back up is worst
Cannot hold it down because the more i do the more it hurts
Doctor told me my stomach was twisted into a knot
Thought I was goanna be in a hearse
Never forget that my momma called the police on me
Looking back that hurt
So dear Mary Jane I know you didn\'t ask for all this rambling
But after I order another drink
would you mind taking my hand
so that we may part take in a dance
I don\'t want to Waltz with my demons again
So for a brief moment can you help me escape my mind
cause Shirley is dancing late tonight