Inside My Window

[Verse 1]
Don’t mind me, I’m just breathing in what’s inside my window
Blue skies inside my window
Inside I’m wondering what it’s like inside my window
Warm sunsets pink twilights inside my window
Birds fly south inside my window
Autumn Shades to white winter days inside my window
I’m free from doubts inside my window
I zone out every time I stare at clouds inside my window
No shackles, social chatter, all is factual inside my window
No noise inside my window
I can see beyond and wide inside my window
I can see me, see my life inside my window
See the wrongs the rights, to rights our wrongs, we wrote and sang our songs inside our window, yuh
The road’s been long inside my window
Still not giving a fuck, Still letting go, throwing it up, middle fingers still up high in the wind though
I see tomorrow coming inside my window
Is that hope inside my window?
If we can let go ,both elope inside my window
But I count blessings inside my window
People smiling inside my window, gold lines hiding inside my window
See new tides inside my window
New lights inside my window
Forgive the mole, wind in the willows
Family matters, ask the Winslows, I know
I’ve been through I’ve been through quite a bit this year
If I offend you I don’t intend to
I never meant to stroke your fear dear
Darlin’, I’ve been through quite a bit this year
If I offend you I don’t intend to
I never meant to stroke your fear dear
I feel so vulnerable, what if I lose my window?
I feel so fragile, fragile, I feel so fragile like you

[Verse 2]
It’s all about perspective in the end
We’re all selfish in the end
Deluded Golums thinking we elvish in the end
All in jailhouses, I guess we’re Elvis' in the end
Tbh, I couldn’t care less in the end
My ego’s Chinese-Indian
Im just a poet with a window view, Albertin Sarrazinin with a pen
Whatchu want? Whatchu really want from me?
I done gave it all, and I’m still bringing it
Whatchu want? Whatchu really want from me?
Whatchu want? Whatchu really want from me?
I don’t subscribe to kharma per se, but I believe everything’s relative tho
And to each his own, to breathe, live and seek his own - truth
Let and let live, whatchu got to lose?
And if you fall from the sky, at least you got the blues
I would imagine the flower pane’s flower’s pain’s tragic
You bloom strong and beautiful, but you just can't find the exit
And all you gots a bird eye view of what could’ve happen
Would’ve happen if it weren’t for circumstances
Woulda you moved mountains, movements and avalanches, who knows?
But be here now, be here now
I said it before, you can count me in if you need to figure to figure it out
I’ve been thinking and thinking about
Missing a wink or two just so I could straighten the house
And I could see the future, need to find the roads
No other Waze about it, some journeys you’re on your own right?
Right, brave alone
Make a home, break a bone, clear the loan
Erase the phone, raise a sun, blaze the road for tomorrow
But all you bothered bout is a follow for a follow
Why do your followers follow you, and does that make you a leader?
And if it does and if i follow you, would I see that you’re a make-believer
This ain't a bullet, I ain't bitter, let it be known I see through ya
And….The truth will always creep up and eat you bitches like, Booya Booya Booya!