DL says/not talkin' Hughley,  Talkin' Dalai Lama/now that's some real chewy\we all got this thing

From our negative cell......that's called our brain/name it Internal Disarmament

For me, the news heaven-sent Scraped off on my cranium cement/

Told me you can do something good That's coming from a bad 'hood And do it out of anger or another Dark feeling that can smother Every sight in your binoculars High decibel mono-culture and Mono lens/you run away friends Draw the haters to you/means and ends/ all scrambled it's Stubbing your toe on weeds brambled\

Message comes over the fire drill Sound system/get yo act together Says, "Enemy at hand!," like PTSD

Got to align yo inner and outer Self and get ready to "T"

Off the ball at the first "T"

Just forget 'bout me/you see/

Because in my denial I'm trying to not see the memory that brought On this inner attack, just keep comin' back/doing the same ole thing

I always done, so I ain't aware Of the big noise scare for the need

For Internal Disarmament

© Christopher Bear Beam, M.A. August, 2009