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