My Jones
i don't drink no alcohol
i don't smoke no herb
i don't snort no coke
i don't even like tea
yet there's still one addiction
that's got a hold on me
and like any true addict
i aint trying to get free
i'm hooked on poetry
hooked on the expressed word
got a gigantic habit
the whole neighborhood's done heard
they be lookin' at me funny-like
talkin' 'bout me behind my back
but it don't bother me none
and that's a bonafide fact
i caint break away
this albatross is solid 'round my neck
i aint even tryin' to lose it
what tha heck
this jones is always in ma' face
when i'm sleep and when i'm 'wake
i caint beat it
i aint even tryin' to fake
i love me some this
it's way too good to me
i done accepted this as true
i got this to do
and really, hope it's sometimes
also good to you
it's a mammoth fight
i'm welded to it day and night
and i'm workin' tryin' to make it right
aint tryin' to hold you up
but i know the truth on that too
you aint gon' be held up
unless you want to
hey
what can i say
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