I’m in the center
I’m not on earth, I’m not in heaven
I’m off the pedestal
I’m in the center
I’m half asleep I’m half awake
I’m dazed
I got in the street I got indiscreet I got in a feat
I'm in the center
Like up in a tree, I see men beneath
A lesson received, I just felt defeat, but I still got rage
I should be concerned rather, that I’m still a piece, when I do touch base
I’m in the center
Time seems to speed, but my heartbeat is slow
I just learned when you get high you are actually low.... on focus, calculation, coordination
I’m still in the center
I think it was a fist, I think it was a feet, felt like m16
I’m stuck in the center
The breeze keeps blowing, the leaves keep swaying, the peeps keep going keep making their sales. The sirens are wailing, the jalopees hooting, market remains unchanged even with me in its center
The men who engaged me, seem to be waiting, but I’m not descending
one still has his left leg up, the one with the bat ready for a score, the one with the cap seems to be the boss, sleeved rolled with just a finger pointing where i was ....before.