taxi driver, be my shrink for the hour. leave the meter running. it's rush hour, so take the streets if you wanna. just outrun the demons, could you? he said, "allahu akbar". i told him, "don't curse me". "bo bo, you need prayer" i guess it couldn't hurt me. if it brings me to my knees, it's a bad religion. this unrequited love to me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult and cyanide in my styrofoam cup. i can never make him love me.