must be a new season
startin to feel like a mohican
geekin, i know i got the last laugh
seekin, i grow, my cups are full and a half
fistin, doubles, i cry thru my toils and troubles,
filling my cups. drinking the juice & let the freedom flow & course thru & i know when i speak, i am heard no matter data the chatter spatters back to me and & i and we grow from it no matter the clatter.