High Head Blues

Sometimes I have a ghetto in my mind
And other times, sunshine, high head fine
In between I get cold, old mean
Intertwined with country pride, open and kindThis draws a line, sorry to coin a phrase
And on either side is wisdom and rage
So keeping track of time, racing with my age
Sleeping with the snakes, forget that you showed up late
It ain't worth it babyA charmed life it is, at least they tell you so
I got a good idea, it ain't like they say is so
And if it is then let me go, let me goAny day there might be hell to pay
But in other ways it makes it seem ok
I'll tell you what I mean, it's not a plot nor a scheme
It's just peace in my mind, again, can I use the word kind?
I ain't sorry about it baby