I stand when some of you would you sit,
My fuse is lit and I'm fucked up but I'm used to it,
Clues that fit inside a plot but sought to hide a lot,
Tie a knot to flood your blood and dry the clot,
Buy the pot, get the booze, ... lettin' loose...
I'm gettin' used to bein' ready with my petty revenues...
He said he'd choose the path of the righteous,
Half of him likes this but his bad habits are like fists,
They grab at his right sense and pummel and hit him,
Had fun when he lit 'em but then he was done with the prison,
Someone was risen but was it Jesus or the Sun we envisioned?
I don't wanna get religious, I spit this and drop hints,
Snap! Crackle! Pop --- tense feelings are non-sense...
Concealing the calm winds through the scope of a long lens...
Think of hope when you hear the last note and the song ends...
I tear my skull in two to get a better hold of you,
I owe it to the people who get me and know it's true,
Focus, do --- what you think is right,
The sphnyx is tight but I guess it's time to link the sight;
Incas write and Mayans chart,
I die in part every time I rhyme the start...
Confide in Mark --- Luke, John or Matthew,
Light the spark and do what you have to,
Screw it, be glad, too...
---Shame is what you feel when you quit,
Instead of the pride when you tried but you just couldn't do it..
I sense the intensity and make friends with the enemy,
Empty in the new century's bin where I'm meant to be...
The remedy of this sickness was sip fifths and smoke constantly,
Responsibly don't drive but stay alive for my mom to see,
Ironically I need the validation I get,
For the days I forget that I haven't faced the shit yet..
Basically, Wept - But I'm strong for my bad days,
The 'Live in the Past Phase' and exhibitin' dad's traits...
Givin' in, pathways opened when I smoked and I drank,
I'm hopin to thank God if I see him for the opium and dank,
Soul freed from the main source of its woes and its aches,
Coachin' mistakes from the brain to the emotion it fakes...
I don't wanna get religious, I spit this and drop hints,
Snap! Crackle! Pop --- tense feelings are non-sense...
Concealing the calm winds through the scope of a long lens...
Think of hope when you hear the last note and the song ends...
Spin, spin around, Grin and bound,
Jump and laugh,
Have fun and grasp the moment,
Own it and Run a bath...
Sit, ---reflect--- Admit respect,
For the effect of the drugs
That we love and ---introspect...
My hint is yet to be said blatantly,
Just wait and see,
I dance for the chance to play patiently,
The child is locked inside my vile and rocky hide,
It's taught me why I set my mind free and get sloppy high...
links 2morrow...