Piece - Imani Coppola

Come take my hand

And I’ll show you to a place

A spacey place

A place with space

Where there’s a vase

In a case

And flowers in the vase

And my, my, my

In this world

It’s hard to find

Within yourself

Some piece of mind

I’m looking for something

I have yet to find

Some piece of mind

This world makes no sense

Hey

What’s up?

How ya doing?

Where ya going to?

I need to find a place to go

Not to the Alamo

With hoes and bro’s standing under mistletoe

My, my, my

In this world

It’s hard to find

Within yourself

Some piece of mind

I’m looking for something

I have yet to find

Some piece of mind

T.V is good

But I like movies better

We’ll all be equipped with one of these in the future

Summer is nice

But I like Autumn better

It suddenly occurred to me with pieces of the picture

This world makes no sense

It’s abusive elusive and constantly conflicting

And I wish I could just be a part of it all

In this world

It’s hard to find

Within yourself

Some piece of mind

I’m looking for something

I have yet to find

Some piece of mind