If You Could Pick My Brain

If you could pick my brain,
you might slip on a stain.
Holding on barely to the train.
But it wants to go off the track,
I gotta pray to get it back.
And if I get it back in place,
I just look behind and see the waste,
whether it was tears or a sad face,
It will take CSI or Cold case,
to face the book or hide in my space.

If you could pick my brain,
would you desire to learn,
or grill it like Hannibal Lecter,
Did you see the specter?
He been following me, since I was a tot.
He used to masquerade as a imaginary friend,
Now he sits at the table and pretends.
He like most negroes, only comes around me when,
things are swell and the money aint thin.

If you could pick my brain,
there somethings I just cannot explain.
Like when I'm happy I still feel the pain.
They say dont worry be happy,
So I be happy and I gotta hurry,
because before I know it, here comes the worry.
Its a constant battle with myself,
I pray God hears the heart
because sometimes God moves like stealth.
And I swear just a minute ago I was by myself.
Then He shows up and shows out,
I cant take credit for all He is about.

If you could pick my brain,
I could tell you some thangs,
then it might leave you saying... dang
How deep? past the ocean floor
Shoot the devil moved out next door.
But I rather fly high than be deep.
Cause its there the idle mind sleep.
Keep it simple, ask me things like Obama,
my daughter, my dreams or even about my mama.
Other than that you might get a case of duality,
multiple messages in one word
come follow meh.

Richard J Wright (2009)