I'm a little tea pot, here's my handle here's my spout..
I’ve guarded my heart because from the start
I’ve been let down; since I was knee high to my grandpa
Rest his soul, him and my grandma bless her heart
My values and spiritual awareness they instilled in me
Keeping me grounded even a whipping if need be
But through this life as I moved place to place
friendly faces they imitate what we seek to create
in our lives what we believe to be true
not with our mind; but our hearts we build upon
this is where we start to go wrong ending up
with the same old song. Instead of learning from the past
and applying it to the new; what do we do
We live our linear life perpetually; never growing or expanding
To infinity and beyond lol; instead we wish for a magic wand
To wave and shake at those that would make us angry and vex
Because of our own mistakes we make
idiosyncrasies that’s kept us from our potential; waiting on others intuition to guide us through our mess; someone’s gotta help I guess……
Someone said to ask God’s forgiveness…for my sins
LMAO…where should I begin? Born into sin the hand I was dealt
Forget his forgiveness; what’s needed is really his help
With what I can’t foresee to be for me eternally; Not to sin
But then again, who am I foolin
Life without him; spent wheeling and dealing
with barters and traders, of emotions and love
till the kettles boils and whistles on the stove.
I’m a little tea pot, here’s my handle here’s my spout…
