Someone else's blues

[Steve]

one step
and i'm slippin back
three

`cause these moods
these crude marks scabbin
grabbin my collar
draggin my lips along the pavement

they just got to be
someone else's blues

but i'm one step closer
and they pull me back
three
just to see
me comin back bruised

doctor says
as vague as saying "flowers"
that there's a mass
not
a holy light shinin down throu the floorboards pourin down like rain
but a growth
a parasitic bulge
an unknown among the defined
a variable
that she has to gamble with

the same woman who waxed my ass
with the broad side of a stick
the one momma that said
i'd like life thick
rather than thin and bland
the neck that cradled my face like a telephone
has a lump-for lack of better words, thou still in
DOCTOR'S VOCABULARY FOR NON-COMMITABLE ISSUES book-

they say
in my interpretation
her thyroid is diseased.

one step
then back
three
movements to shuffle
that a man and his duffle
walk whislin
"don't think i can carry on, anymore"

one step i say
then back
three
got a foot in the doorway
but still can't get inside

`cause these feelins
these coroded fingers dealin
me second hand hearts
tryin to tell me i'm free

but they just got to be
someone else's blues

and that line is just a lie
that i choose to use
when the rain fills my shoes.