6/30/13 28 years old ago in Brooklyn NYC

Pulled back

Pulled back from my calling that's been calling
Pulled back in a simple attack
The promise of fun 
The thought of adventure and the allure of wild ventures
Perhaps I chipped my tooth as we swung to and fro from benches
Perhaps my clothes came loose at the dawn of your detention

I'm stenchin
Complexin
Regretting given time to folks with out soul sensations
What's inside of that mind you call a station
What propels you hands to a womans backside
What corrupts you your pants or your mind.
It's worth it to define
To come awake from being blind
Victimized or self suicide?
Corrupted my a touch or emotionally amuck?