December - The Procussions

Mr. J. Medeiros

In my of gods and girls days

I was at odds with how those girls played

Many betrayed with a facade to have it her way

Ladies love it the way we covet name your puppet

James or Bobby same old hobby blaming the pulpit

For the tenants of freewill we’re meant to be equal

In street intelligence and our propensity for evil

Begging for her acceptance in my repentance

For every man that ever sinned her though I was sentenced

To do the sacrifice to please so I ask if I’m naïve

Though it’s true that in the past I wasn’t half of nice with eve

I had advice to leave but I thought I had to lead

So I dragged us through the sadness thinking I had to believe

Leaves used to cover our shame how the colors have changed

When only one for the other remains what’s thunder and rain

But a poor metaphor a door with a knock and a box on the floor

Full of things I’d forgotten before it got rotten

Spring summer and fall and now I’m not him

Her wings summoned it all see how the plot thins

I think under it all I saw the topspin the way I dropped in

And couldn’t bounce back in 2004 I wrote the soundtrack

It’s where I found that strength to break through

And for that pain I thank you

We couldn’t see it through the fire, fire

We couldn’t see it over our heads, not yet

We couldn’t see it through the fire, fire

She was so cold

She was so cold

Stro Elliot

I run the risk

I run the risk of sounding bitter on this verse

Reminded of a time I shed a tear over this skirt

See this is too heavy

Already calling you out of your name, ain’t that funny?

Ain’t thought about you in years, and here I’m still running

Trying to get away from the adolescence you took from me

Here’s what I’ll do honey

I’ll change your name to something random for the sake of the song

Hmmm let’s call you Shelly

A Name you hated

It’s petty ain’t it?

But a perfect illustration of this love we painted

By the numbers, and I wonder why we couldn’t see it

In frame, but out of focus, this scene void of emotion

What’s my motivation?

Is that your body or manipulation?

«Hey, let me pay for that darling» triggered the revelation

But I’m in love right

Or maybe young and quite oblivious

To love and what it’s really supposed to look like

Till that December night…

5 minutes later, I never would have noticed that other man’s busted tail light

Running that stop sign to escape, I should have followed suit

I quickly ran out of cards and ceased to follow you

But I ain’t angry at all, and that’s the honest truth

These women in my cellular phone provide the final proof

Shelly…

My inspiration, my muse, my excuse

My explanation for excess, my next you