Blinded by what I see

Blinded by what I see

The excitement calls shotgun as my eyes grab the wheel
Weaken by the weight of my extremities, working mind, no feel
Knocking fists with the bunny, seconds become energized
They keep going and going, until I’m dressed to drive
My eyes on high as I cruise straight bye
Holding hands, warm smiles, and la la la la lullabies
The next block drains the fuel feeding my adrenaline as the ’94 stops red
“Never back-track” are those words…my Momma did say, said

By: Dominique Cooper
Copyright DCC.