When I'm Stuck

when I’m stuck
I know I’m not enough
I once had six strings to pluck
now I spend stormy days aw shucks
am I broke broken or both
if the city and towns
take the lost and found
funnel friends in
much Love and time we will spend
a freak or a geek
strollin down peachtree street
got lost on purpose
some[where] between piedmont and ponce
I still miss her Lord
each year that passes
I Love her a little more
didn’t mean to dance like that
once Love invades
there’s no going back
thank God for that
oh oh oh
long time we go
long line
watch the figures and forms
some smile others scorn
and with furrowed brow
she’ll show you how
to code hours day and night
to make it up and fake it right
you vibing me cuz I’m vibing you…