[1. Verse]: My wonderings wonder where Heaven is Believe me it's a constant thought; I 7/11 it That 1 hour gap, I write about these special things How you think I deal with ideals that are liquorish: Sugarfree liquorish that's what my hope is Devil licking on my brain, as he's holding it I gotta get a hold on this, as I zone my trip, I should roll a bit in a train with a bag of pain and chips See my... pen is exhausted, it makes me agnostic: Slowly running out of ink See my... limbs are exhausted, my life is exhausted: All I see is missing links Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do: Still can't find the place Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do And the wheels move: I'm taken away [Hook]: As I write these Traffic Jamz I feel so close to the golden hand Oh, I feel elation (elation, elation, elation) and seperation.. With these Traffic Jamz, Traffic Jamz [2. Verse]: Lord willin' I'll be k**in' this sh** With the pen I write all these words and similes with Frankly speaking I fear that failure is near, so I flee from dread, running lickety-split Every move that I make has the size of a chip Every move I conceive is either major or big I talk more than my actions; I'm truly ashamed of myself Yea I'm the person I'm giving the blame See I'm... running this marathon in a closed box: Slowly running out of breath See I'm... burried underground, no one hears my sound: Isolation is too thick Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do: Still can't find the place Wonder, wonder... wonder is all I do And the wheels move: I'm taken away [Hook]: As I write these Traffic Jamz I feel so close to the golden hand Oh, I feel elation (elation, elation, elation) and seperation.. With these Traffic Jamz, Traffic Jamz