Like a baby screams for help with no words from its mouth.
I ran before I walked to find some treasure that was never lost.
An ax that doesn't drown;
a fire bursting from the barren ground.
Like Solomon, reading books to impress his wives with wisdom sound.
I'm a horse with blinders looking down,
dragging a cart with the wealthy around the whitewash town
and if I only looked side to side I'd see the truth is easily found.
Like a bulls-eye on a dartboard you only hit when no one's around.
I unloaded blame like bullets from a gun;
Waving a white flag like I'd won.