Mean Joe Scheme - P.S. (Breathe & Stop)

Having a, hard time when my motion is still
My shark skin keep moving
Every moment is shrill
Over and, over again I’m reminded to chill
My brain hasn’t got the message
Cuz anxiety kills
Packed train
I’m duckin’ straphangers in the fast lane
Treatin’ family like expendables and that’s lame
Put my people in a panic like a bad strain
Of bird flu
Who's you? I’m in mad pain
But I’m entitled to a bad game
Twenty years of practice in abandonment
What's a lull between friends?
I'm thinking we could handle it
Stayin' on the bright side
Not tryin to get all Anakin
Keepin' my spirit from OD'n
You can take a look at him and you still don't see him
Feelin' all alone in a crowded museum
I present exhibit A
It's impossible to please him
If I had a girl
A real good girl
She’d be the smallest thing in my big big world
A penny in a fountain
Or the shine in a pearl
If I don’t feel good
Take my pride for a whirl
Don’t your arms get tired?
From flappin' in a fire?
A good egg with a cracked shell
Mami’s get inspired
Are you still burning with desire?
When you find out ya man been dealing with survivor’s
Guilt.
And even though we both fly
I need personal space
And not the evil eye
I use my words to get five
Feet of space even if we both jive
Oh my
That’s my alibi
Had my first panic attack in 1999
Imprinted on my mind every minute
Try to make plans, but you always in it

Written by:
Charles Chaio

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