Another Thing Coming I got a lot of shit on the mind of my mouth tonight, like: "I run from love to see if it catches up tight, but don’t you think I won’t stop time. Ain’t no more beauty gonna just pass me by." Shadowboxed a bird wing beat’s strategy down a lighted Church Street. I got my safety on alright. Still don’t you tease my trigger tonight. I’ll play Russian Roulette with the TV god. I got all the love, but I don’t got the time. I don’t kiss like anything you’d like, but you know you’ve got another thing coming tonight. I can’t stay on my feet for you when you look like this. It was in D.C. I was obsessed with the stained glass cut of your attitude. A moment of clarity’s on the phone for you, and I’m still hanging on for what’s not there. I don’t kiss like anything that would thrill you, but this poetry could kill you. I don’t kiss like anything you’d like, but you know you’ve got another thing coming tonight. I wanted to be a Bruce Springsteen, bum a twenty off myself to refuel my dream. But now I’m my own idea, gone and whole but not without a history. I wish I could finish everything I started. I don’t kiss like anything that would thrill you, but this poetry could kill you. I don’t kiss like anything you’d like, but you know you’ve got another thing coming tonight. But my acquired taste, my landslide of haste-- what if I said you’re the most beautiful face to ever come out of this place? Never meant to complicate it. I’m a hero not sure how to fake it. Just admit I let you down in Georgetown 'cause there was too much shit on the mind of my mouth, and I should’ve let you wash it out. I don’t kiss like anything that would thrill you, but this poetry could kill you. I don’t kiss like anything you’d like, but you know you’ve got another thing coming tonight. Eve