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Stop chasing

Stop racing

the brother you are casing

For the catch of your day

You are the prize

So why is there desperation in your eyes

Why the echo’s of hollow in your sighs

Why the throbbing between your thighs

You want it so bad

You pursue a tad

Bit more than you should

Seeking them out in their corner of the hood

What are you trying to achieve

What pain are seeking to relieve

Bobby, Richard and Steve

Have their head swole

Like hot cakes these brothers

Are on your roll-odex

You call them every hour

You try not to dial but you can’t resist

You never used to be like this

But the fear of aloneness

Has you feeling pressed

You don’t want to be out there

Cold shoulders back bare

You want warm arms to hold and caress

But are you really ready to go there

On a journey for which you are undressed

So come in from this wild chase of gander

That has you in a maze spinning in wonder

That empty cup of bitter dregs

Dry desert that stings more your thirst

going in circles foolishly rehearsed

the mirage you see you know is not there

won’t you come back to the throne of my care

stop chasing rainbows, Barbie dolls, and teddy bears

grow up and die to your childish fears

god has all the patterns he will stitch every tear

but you have to stop this craze

to halt this addictive crave

if you are still broken

you will be a prey like token

to the wolf in disguise

but you are so depraved, and confused

you forgot that you are the prize