Twisting the rods
		of hairs
Zapp-tapp-zapp

In through glory dayz
out of depressed hellz.

	Sometimes extended
	others brief.

Twisting the rods
		of hairs.

It’s been 13 years 
     of JOY HATED entertainment
13 YEARS!
13 YEARS!
		Pow-Pow-Pow-

Twisting the rods
		of hairs.

18 years since that day-
Cold
        snow
	   blistered
	I rose.

Now the clouds begin to flow,
        pass by a pink-oranged
sky.

Twisting the rods
		of hairs.

for all the good times
	-good times(good times)
have met my 
	BAD TIMES
          and I(I) definitely,
	         totally,
	         radically have had
         my share.

Twisting the rods
		of hairs.

	heavy...rad...
	        bad...hangin loose...
	cool...phat...
	         da bomb...raisin da roof...

	13 years have finally passed...
		         left never comin back.
Both good	          could of done better.
                 &	        (minus)- or worse.
	      Bad
	All 18 years...18 years...
Someone famous told me 1nce.
	For I cannot regret what I have done,
          only those things I have not.

Twisting the rods
		of hairs.
	
	           Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzpt.

	Her beautifully pale, somehow tired face looks over.
The mother’s child lays crying content.  She only gazes...Her eyes overbearing love.
	Thinking, "what will he become and who will he love?"
	Cry...cry...cry he does...for those (these) dayz have (are) gone.