Spiritual Graveyard

Been gone four months from my neighborhood
Then rolled back in, but things were less than good

My roommate ned been rolling on the cane train
Selling and abusing-not using his brain

Now my home is under investigation
Ain't got no solution to this situation

But to leave it alone and walk away
And find a new space and for this I'm gonna pay

With money I don't have none of
But got to deal with it-got to rise above

More news I got something more to depress me
Madelena don't even wanna see me

No girl no home no money what's this life come to
These aren't the dreams I'd wished to come true

Here I am in my spiritual graveyard
Nobody sees me feels me or hears me

La seems so far and from this distance not so bad
But years ago I left to find the promissed land

I had to get out so I found a way out

So why am I right back where I started?
Naive ignorant and unguarded

Against the poisens of my own mind
Unsure about the past since the start of time

About the future
I can barely even comment
The rise and fall of political dominance?

Still it seems today it all comes down to the buck
You're a robber you're a crook or you're born with luck

Escaped to become a creator
So why have I become a critic?

No wasn't my intention, but how could I've predicted
It?

Here I am in my spiritual graveyard
Nobody sees me feels me or hears me

In my mind I still dream of my ithaka
But I don't know if I will ever find my ithaka

'Cause here I am in my spiritual graveyard
On September 27 1994