Good Morning

Walking down the road with the sun on my back
Grin on my face, shit aint bad
Don’t got the blues anymore
Old man on the corner wants a dime for crack
Dig in my pocket, don’t have that
But I got some news for you anyhow
You see that stranger just ahead
He’s got shit on his shoes
And I’m not pointing fingers but
I think it’s from you
So come on with me and we cant tell him together
I went to the bookshelf for something to read
But I found nothing id not already seen
This is such a magical place
But I could use a better look
Because the television screen is always screaming so loud
Can’t find the flicker and I cant get out
Of this bed right now, not at all
The sunshine it lights my window but
The sky is not blue
The alarm clock wakes up good morning, to you
Good morning