From my niche, solidified on top,
Stomp my feet around my block,
Am I quick? – hold me down ’round my spot,
In the cit I’m not left alone, susceptible and prone to be got,
Make my home, I won’t stop.
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go.
Mechanical like a bull, my movements are sporadic,
So emphatic, the way I pull my eyelids when they bat,
See where I’m at, covered in wool,
Grammatically hit you, gravitate you, feed you ’til your full,
I hit you too hard, a sheep,
Who creep on fertile ground when they asleep? – a wolf, transformed before your eyes from on the street,
My poise is slightly off ’til I match it with my surroundings,
Adapt to the situations most people are found drowned in,
Offer myself as very good condition to train victim,
Take on the pressure, explode just so the stains stick ’em,
The martyrs of Jones & Carter progressing, hitting harder,
Professing that I’m possessing the lessons being imparted,
And the way it all unfolds: verbatim, story told,
Don’t hate ’em: they participators, reaching the common goal,
Goes to those in flight, who hit to submit to right,
Forget that the problem’s there, and be thankful you get to fight.
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go.
It ain’t the same since you left, things changed when you step,
Rearrange to the left, so I’m leaning to the right,
Trying to put it back in place and make up for the space where all the wrong replacement,
Nothing seems to ever fit,
The blueprint of the original concept of what was established from beginning to never end,
To finish and never quit, enduring through every sin,
To fall and get up again, complete the fulfillment,
But you was unsatisfied, looking for a better lie,
Tempted by the greener grass, falling off the narrow path,
I ain’t mad, but it’s sad,
What we had, it’s too bad we couldn’t work it out,
We still could’ve talked about it,
Now I’m looking through windowsills, while brothers are busting still,
Praying that you ain’t the one that get caught in the hustle, and killed,
You’re my cousin, but you’re more like my brother,
Don’t let it trap you; I’m trying to get at you.
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go.
Extend my hand to all, y’all,
Got your number, call y’all,
Touch the matters of the heart, but get battle all, y’all,
I ain’t scared, strict to bare stormy weather, idle fare,
Looked in all the faces of the ones who slept, now they dead,
Body frozen, bruised and beat in blood; my nose is stink to see,
Up a league, you’re strong and eat, and add the fibre, slow to peak,
And focus, you lose it,
For folks who lose it, who notice chokes and brews in disguise,
And the panic infusing those who ain’t abusing,
I been standing at these crossroads, looking for these lost souls,
Broken down, lost, old, throwing blows, on the ropes,
On the slippery slope, trying to climb on the grind,
Trying to find where they’re meant to go,
Purpose driven living with a prodigal son rep,
Bawling ’til none’s left, feeling you’re too far gone and can’t come home,
Even though you have done wrong, it ain’t too late ’cause I be waiting by the gate, baby, trying to get at you.
Where have you gone?
It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention,
Been so crazy since you left home,
You need to get at me, get at me,
Where have you gone?
It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention,
Been so crazy since you left home,
You need to get at me, get at me.
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows,
Peeping through open windows – where have you gone?
Message is the same; got it for you, here they go.
Where have you gone?
It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention,
Been so crazy since you left home,
You need to get at me, get at me,
You need to get at me.
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