pockets oh when i look through the door of my lean to i don t know another lean room from my room should i pull up the floor of my kitchen so i can feel the dirt while i m doing all my dishes to live in a house that is breathing is a luxury when you understand its meaning but even in a box am i dreaming of a galaxy of stars above our ceiling and my eye isn t understanding of what i see it s hard to think about the time it takes to get from one space to me it may take a while cause i never know where i should be and then i start thinkin and i m thinkin of the many dirty pennies and different motions mine ll be kind of sticky lately stuck inside the ocean oh city grind it s hard to sit myself down and just think about the ocean oh am i crying shouldn t i be content with what i ve got and not seek dimes or am i denying myself it s something that i d enjoy if i acquire and i wonder if it s me who s just a thief taking the stash and blazin the grass diggin a hole and diggin it deep yeah i dig for a while cause i never know when to plant the seed and then i start thinkin and i m thinking of the many dirty pennies  and if i have some kind of need maybe the thing i need is the thing i ve got and if i look inside of me i find the thing that can t be took or bought and i know that there are needy some are good yeah but some are rotten why should i motivate my needs when i know my greed should be forgotten is it alright if we feel good 