专辑简介

"The problem is all inside your head she said to me. The answer is easy if you take it logically. I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free." These words repeated in my head so perfectly...Staring at the wall...At my desk..In a ball. Always a mess Afterall, I confessed before. Why again, must I press Down? So damn hard on my chest. I just want to lay down. Apart from the stress, but I'm at work and nothing is left but selling myself on the internet. I start to get into it. But my boss passes by and asks me about a fed ex package and wonders if I sent it yet... I said yes.. And cried inside..A grown man in flip flops..Trying to hide A swallowed pride, chapped lips And Tired feet that smell FUNKE. 9 to 6, 5 days out of the week Is something...Like heartbeats pumping, Drums thumping, people running, Racing to the weekend, always seeking beacons of hope, Begging D.J.s they believe in to supply their dope. 'Cause DEZ always HOPE. Hanging from ropes, dangling like reminder notes. And just when I forget.... Its 6 o'clock and I'm outside of the box.