Ever had a rendez-vous with reason or a punch out with sense?
I have´em all the time, you know it ain´t the season.
They say I look a little tense and it do get worse,
like a merry go round curse,
just like talking to a wall.
Reason puts the light out and sense pulls the plug, and brother rhyme just stumbles and falls.
So you feel it; just wrap it up and seal it, and deal with it; when a rainy day comes along.
So let´s come to a conclusion, let us all come to terms with the greater problems and the fewer solutions.
Will I ever learn I can go against the grain or even make a racket play along or I can take a stand surrounded by monkeys, I doubt I´ll ever hack it; I can try to take off or I can hold their hand.
