Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Francis

Pick up, Pick up...Pick up, up...

Verse

Now I can't even back. Self-induced amnesia has made its impact /
Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was /
I voluntarily refuse to /
If I could any wish...I'd lose my genesis /
And prove to my nemesis I don't need Memory Lane on my way home /
But I got lost and I a pay phone /
I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a place unknown /
Where faces roam (...and it's so strange)... /
I've got no change...I could've sworn I did when I left /
My gets heavy with every lie and theft /
I looked right and left...then I called people at my home /
To tell them, "Things changed." But they just won't /
I'm out of range...with no respect. Every time I asked for /
All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad /
People who helo changed their number to unlisted /
411 info me unassisted. Wickedly twisted... /
incidents. Is it coincidence? I to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures like slide shows /
My mind knows each and every detail /
recall is leaving me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of bring my homing instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
This is the much traveled trail from my past /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny are now making me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past acts are /
Since out the uterus...Earth ain't been that humerous /
heheheheh...my laugh have been faked for the last time /
I'm past my prime. Climaxing again is a of mine /
I'm homeward bound. Break out the map and /
I ask gas station attendants...and they act pissed /
I'm black listed...for not staying true to white /
I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the dies /
Then I shed some on what's the matter /
Reflections in the looking glass scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 bad luck? Time's irrelevant /
I'm searching for signs of intelligent minds, but the element /
blinds what the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What time is it?" I see the 12:00 /
Check the position...of the sun...to see is none /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look to save my wisdom /
The solar system left me in a universe /
Where I do reverse psychology. are made through my verse /
Ain't nothing to do but curse when I'm /
Making disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really cares about my failure /
I'm on an expedition...following my of tears /
From I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies /
from faking guys...and gals...who to be my pals...and peers /
At this here pace, it'll take me a years /
To my way back...encompassing what they lack /
It me most of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated...I my head, and fear is activated /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and evaporated /
I back track to find my lost of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I the intersection /
There's construction. I'm signaled with morse code /
to take a detour. Somehow I end up on an off /
I squint my eyes...trying to find some signs /
I can only read strong thoughts. These people have weak /
in a desert that to me looks like a sandbox /
With damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing landmarks /
I rack my brain...knowing that I attack in vane /
Upon return I promised myself not to act the /
But so often my selective screen memory...will be my enemy /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I kill the retro /
But heck no...to of my past I just can't let go /
I'm just a stone's throw away from my home turf...which really is whole earth /
But claims like that have no /
epiphany: And it hits me...the reason why I'm dizzy /
Is because I've been in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.