Trying To Get Back On The Bus

85 kills under my belt but when that ice water in my veins it began to melt i was washed away in that flood of guilt and shame booze & drugs it was them against us now it’s just me
trying to get back on the bus

1st one lingered on my mind then less and less and less and less each and every time till it was just lining up them dots just line’em and take my shot it was them against us but now it’s just me
trying to get back on the bus

it may seem like no big deal to walk thru those doors sit above those wheels feel‘em spinning round & round while your hands shake and your heart pounds what it feels like in my shoes I would never wish on you or anyone the things i’ve seen the things i’ve done

truth is we gotta go way back before the war before iraq crosstown bus with my girl 79 i was top of the world a gun in her back a knife to my throat something snapped something broke it was them against us now it’s just me trying to get back on the bus

i’m living one breath at a time i know my stop i know my line i got landmarks along the way i’m making new ones every day it ain’t them it ain’t us it’s just me Trying to get back on the bus

Written by G & T Park Slope Women’s Shelter 4.22.19

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