The Trouble In My Mind
In the back of my mind
There’s a hole where the trouble goes
On the double, breakin’ like a bubble
Siftin’ through the rubble for some rhymes
Throw some mud on the rug
Put some scars on my Sunday shoes
Grab a gun, shoot it on the run
Act like it was done in pantomime
Well I know where the error is
And I know what to do
Cause I know who the terror is
Yes I know it’s you
In the back of my mind
There’s a mirror where the trouble is
It’s got a crack, break your mama’s back
Papa never had much love or time
There’s a face in my mind
There’s a tear in the looking glass
I see trouble and faith like a bubble
Kickin’ through the rubble for a rhyme
A doll and a doggie and a dime
Rain and a little peace of mind
Runnin’ from the trouble in my mind
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