Trauma Body

Trauma body, on me Holds the, memories Of things I've seen, so mean Some belittled my self-esteem Okay, it's too late, to take it back But I'm experienced, a matter of fact I do not make the same mistakes twice I don't retaliate with knotted-thought-head-lice So I sit, and scratch my head, I ponder My mind will wander and then a little somber Song bird whisper in my ear to steer me clear Of self-destruction, cooling down my head oven I know it's tough, I know it's tough But this make life less rough, less rough I wait for karma to return attack to sender I let the universe correct the codes