Funhouse, funhouse, funhouse....runs 'round rampant like a broken recording. A constant reminder of all the
world’s ills outside this windowsill. Vivid
in my mind like flashing neon lights, running mascara, and warped faces in the frothy swirls of my
morning coffee creamer…but I’m a dreamer steady hoping against hope, against ticking of the tock as people beating the clock, crawling up and
down these inner city blocks…it’s a minstrel show. Aye, turn that conscious shit down and turn
up! Lo behold there goes Sambo on yo' radio but like LL I can’t live without it. The beat hits them chakras...surrounded by show stoppers and pill
poppers – I call ‘em Lohans. Meanwhile, Sam I am in
these trenches steady Willy Lynchin' next to booby traps promising the biggest booty so niggaz be
like I got mines…clowns don't realize the jokes on them. Signs of a time when children kill, grown men
squeal and women endure madmen for rent money and cheap thrills. Blind leading the blind so the love is lost but
fuck it I’mma BOSS! It cost to be. Funhouse, funhouse, funhouse…her nose is
red like October with lashes longer than her lies, meanwhile his heart is in
the trap steady laughing hysterically at their own demise. Huffin' and puffin' running through this maze just to huff an puff after a long day in a purplish haze. Yet, the shit got me wound up….so I pops up outta this box
and startle everyone passing through. They told me keep calm, relax, and pass the time away...ignore the view. Snatch the needle off the wax.
Though time goes on, memories are ever lasting...imprinted on life and played in our hearts as we reflect on things past -- a smirk from a familiar stranger across the room reminds me of that friend (gone too soon), a sweet aroma lingering like grandma's timeless perfume (leaving a gentle comfort), or the way that glad child squints his eyes and smiles the way her father once had (as if he's there smiling back at you). Those are things that will never fade...everlasting impressions of those who remain...alive in our hearts and minds...living on and on in our spirit as do they...ever here...immortal in the memoir of time. Though their soul has transcended just beyond the veil...forever here and always it is through us the beauty of their spirit remains -- within the memorial of your heart.
