My House.

The house within house

once you've been to that place its like there is no turnin back

I took a glimpse at the "its not cool anymore train"

and watched many of them leave

but Im so thankful I stayed.

I'm walkin the streets again

with my head held high because I know

that what I am into is pure.

watching the scenes burn

and all those hip joints loose grip

all lost in the whats new

beggin for attention

but its love.

Love if they only knew

that would get them there.