On My Mind

No such thing as an imagination, you're the only thing that I'm contemplating Track star with that relay racing running through my mind as you're tagging bases Like a deck of spades, you're on reserve to make an escapade just to give your graces Got me thinking Got me thinking What I could've did What I could've had What I should've hid Was it good or bad? Removing plastic from the plastic pad to unravel you like a travel bag Nightmares are all I have, and the issues are all I had Got me sinning Got me wishing Lot on my mind like the butterflies that do or die inside my spine Was it the good times for me to rewind or was it the failed suicide? Fluent writes what the illiterate says to depict dead skin that we all should shed It's on my mind, it's just a guess It's on my mind, I must confess I turned my back on who I was and didn't compensate for all I lack Was it the hidden pain, the strain or my dad's stroke and heart attack? This life ain't what it's cracked up to be False energy The epitome Got me thinking Got me thinking I thought about my personal harm Cuts and bruises on my arm I wait for the day when I no longer have to succumb to an alarm Stress has me wound like yarn, palm on palm, looking to the stars Please God send me a good luck charm No such thing as an imagination, you're the only thing that I'm contemplating Track star with that relay racing running through my mind as you're tagging bases Like a deck of spades, you're on reserve to make an escapade just to give your graces Got me thinking Got me thinking What I could've did What I could've had What I should've hid Was it good or bad? Removing plastic from the plastic pad to unravel you like a travel bag Nightmares are all I have, and the issues are all I had Got me sinning Got me wishing Lot on my mind like the butterflies that do or die inside my spine Was it the good times for me to rewind or was it the failed suicide? Fluent writes what the illiterate says to depict dead skin that we all should shed It's on my mind, it's just a guess It's on my mind, I must confess I turned my back on who I was and didn't compensate for all I lack Was it the hidden pain, the strain or my dad's stroke and heart attack? This life ain't what it's cracked up to be False energy The epitome Got me thinking Got me thinking