I'm so glad I woke up this morningnWith all my limbs and all my doubtsnI am taking breathers but the year is closing innand I ain't done a goddamn thing with it yetnbut I got time nand I got these hands of minennShower drink strong coffee till my hands shakenstretch out naked on the hardwood floornthinking could it be that practicing not caring worksncould it be that life pays offncould it be my ex was wrong?nncause I'm on timenand I got this foul mouth of minenAnd I'm done waitingnand I'm done fucking aroundnI'm through feeling sorry for this townneverything's ahead of us nownnWho is this I'm writing?nWhat's the world look like from over there?nWhere I come from we begin by shoutingnthrowing rocks and eggs and killing bugs and punching airnwe had all the timenwe had the bright Yonkers sunshinennNow my days are full of shadenI'm so broke my head hurtsnI am all removed from this once rent gets paidnbut I don't think I'll make itncause everything is overheardnnbut I got timenand I got my hands clasped over this foul mouth of minennand I'm done waiting nI'm done fucking around nI'm through feeling sorry for this townneverything's ahead of us nownnsuffering is worth it if it's earnednyou laugh and say and I don't blame younhow postmodernnit makes no more sense to me than anything elsencause I've seen better and I've seen worse andnI'll see better and I will see worsennin due time, with a lil luck from this headaminenI'm done waiting, I'm done asking aroundnI'm through not knowing what you soundneverything's ahead of us nown